PrintNovember 30, 2006
Kramer (a poem)
It's the Racial Divide made me say what I said.
I'm not responsible. Don't rain on MY head.
Iraq made me do it.
Katrina cried through it.
I was just healing wounds. I was sadly misread.
Mea culpa? Surely, you must be in jest.
I'm Kramer! With exquisite timing I'm blessed.
My fame had diminished.
You thought I was finished,
But I'm back in the headlines. On those laurels I'll rest!
