So far, my commenters have contributed two variations of this classic poem of how even the mightiest are brought low.
If anyone would like to supply new versions, the floor is now open.
The original by Shelley:
OZYMANDIAS
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.[1]
Obamandias
I met a traveler from a once free land
Who said: A vast and fathomless ego hath
Scorched the earth. Nearby, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose contempt
And tilted chin, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read.
Few survived that parliamentary Armageddon
The rest were run out of town on a rail, or fled.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Obamandias, king of kings:
Look on my legislation, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the ruins
Of that colossal Self, burnt and bare
The lone and lifeless prairie stretches far away.
~Zomblog May 22, 2010
This one from Callmelennie:
Obamandias
I met a pundit from a Beltway land who said,
Two cracked and polished screens of glass
Lie in a Rose Garden. Near them, in an Oval Office
Half stunned, a shattered Redeemer sits whose lies
And upturned nose and sneer of cold disdain
Tell that this Messiah ill his nation's spirit read
Which yet survive stampd in life affirming things
The hands that cling to her and the sons who bled
And on the screen these words inscribed
"My name is Obamandius, Bringer of Change
Look upon my -Bots ye righties, and despair"
Nothing besides remains. Round the wreck
Of that colossal ego, unbounded and malign
The vain and empty dream did fade away
From Cannonfire: 12/06/2010
I met a traveller through antique blogs
Who said: “A vast and cheeto-colored trove
Is Google-accessible. In '08, the progs --
Haughty, power-mad, resembling Rove --
Told all to bow before an ad which flogs
An image Photoshopped by someone chic.
They read into that face a promise bright:
The change we long for and the HOPE we seek.
And then a half-term senator, resume-free,
Said: “I am Obamandias, bringer of light:
You all have been waiting for us -- for ME!”
Nothing of that remains. It wasn’t real.
From that colossal ego we must flee.
We need new blood and a new NEW DEAL.”
From wincoast forum: 03/24/2010
by P(ierre) B(oulle) Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand by the waters. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose gaze
the human spirit eyes to distant freedom tell
That its sculptor well those passions read.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to be free."
And scrawled beneath addendum script, by
hand that mocked them from a soul more cold--
"My name is Obamandias, Hope and Change:
Look what I've wrought ye free men, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
From Stop Pulling the Wagon: 12/11/2009:
I met a traveler from another land,
Who said– A large and legless statue lies in the sand
And from nearby a Ghostly visage frowns,
With down turned lip and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor those passions read,
And in the sands these words appear:
My name is Obamandias, King of Kings,
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and barren
The ravaged sands stretch far away.”
Sh33p's Fluff Message Board: o3/30/2009
Obamandias
(With an apology to the estate of P. B. Shelley)
I met a blogger from a right-wing land
Who said: Two vast and lobeless ears of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose teeth
And wrinkled lip and smirk of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Obamandias, king of kings:
Look on my public works, ye Righties, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, shirtless and bare,
The warm Hawaiian sands stretch far away. -- Unknown (or else I'd cite the source; anyway, I didn't compose it)
Paco Enterprises: 03/27/2009
I met a commuter from Maryland,
Who said: Two vast and headless ears of stone
Lie on the Mall. Near them on a stand,
Half sunk, a shattered teleprompter sits, its lone
And empty screen and visage bland,
Tell that its technician well understood
The shallow wiles and liberal dross,
The liar who told us, Yes we could.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Obamandias, hippest evah boss,
I made 2 trillion go 'Poof!' right here",
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, brown and sear,
The untended arugula stretches far away.
Clearly, Gerard, our president is a caricature wrapped in a parody, inside an enemy.
Posted by: Jewel at April 20, 2011 10:15 AMI think zombie's is the best of the Obamandiases.
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