(to the tune of "Ballad of the Green Berets")
Flying fingers on PC or macs
Never served, but who needs facts?
Men who blog just what Dubya Orders
Flacid men, the 101st Keyboarders
Cheeto Dust upon their clothes
Most are men, but all are hos.
A Hundred-One Keys upon their lap
But only one, can be InstaCrap
Have to live, in Efficiencies
Fought no wars, 'cept accountancy
Men who blog, by night and day
Courage peaks as they type away
Porno Tapes upon the screen
They pound away, use words like meme
Men who blog, but never served
Just repeat Rush, like that takes nerve
Time to go home, inflatable wife awaits
keyboardin' man, accepts his fate
He has cried, his soul repressed
Never to touch a woman's breast
"Mom, put extra bleach on my underwear
Use softener too and have a care"
I'll be wedgied soon by Kerry voters
But I'll blog on, a 101st Keyboarder.
The new Crusade, it is so keen
Torture pics, just blowin' off steam
We who blog, upon the Corner
We souless creeps, 101st Keyboarders
*Apparently sloshed Jonah courtesy of High Desert Skeptic.