Hmmm. Al Gore’s new global warming poem sounds suspiciously like the worst song ever written

Of course, we realize that “worst song ever written” is subjective. But almost every “worst song” list ever compiled contains America’s “A Horse With No Name” because of its insipid, meaningless lyrics.

And that brings us to Al Gore’s brilliant new poem, Our Choice, which bears a striking resemblence to “A Horse.” Same themes, same images, same style. Which, of course, is completely understandable since Al Gore bears a striking resemblance to the rear end of a horse.

Nevertheless, Gore’s acolytes at Vanity Fair raved about the poem:

“The result is a surprisingly accomplished, nuanced piece of writing. The images Gore conjures in his (untitled) poem turn a neat trick: they are visually specific and emotionally arresting even as they are scientifically accurate.”

Decide for yourself. Listen to “A Horse With No Name” while you read the poem. Six of one, half dozen of another.

“Our Choice”


One thin September soon 

A floating continent disappears 

In midnight sun

Vapors rise as 

Fever settles on an acid sea

Neptune’s bones dissolve

Snow glides from the mountain 

Ice fathers floods for a season 

A hard rain comes quickly

Then dirt is parched 

Kindling is placed in the forest 

For the lightning’s celebration

Unknown creatures 

Take their leave, unmourned 

Horsemen ready their stirrups

Passion seeks heroes and friends

The bell of the city 

On the hill is rung

The shepherd cries 

The hour of choosing has arrived 

Here are your tools

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

OK, we lifted the la-la part at the end from “A Horse With No Name.” But only because it seemed to fit.

Source: Vanity Fair