Wake-Up Call: Jared Polis, poet

Are there no limits to the talents of Jared Polis? During his first year in Congress, the Boulder Democrat starred in a wonky reality show, demonstrated a beer bong on Comedy Central, and came out swinging on several controversial proposals.

But as 2009 draws to a close, it's time to be a little introspective, so Polis has sent a holiday message complete with two of his own poems. The family fortune that helped fund his congressional run came from the greeting card industry, after all. And as Polis writes in his e-mail missive, "My mother is a poet, and while I can't hold a candle to her abilities, I hope you will enjoy my effort (at least more than you would a recitation of bills that we passed)."

His ode to 2009 follows:

2009, by Jared Polis

2009 come and gone

May 2010 be more ripe for song.

A difficult year for our nation and world

Around us recession, war, strife, all swirled

People jobless

Their families without bread

Looked to our congress

To make them well fed

We passed several bills

"Drink from the public swill"

to AIG, autos, and clunker-owners we said,

And the result, of course: to a higher deficit it led

The mountains of Afghanistan we occupy still

Our troop levels there continue to build

I listened to generals, to scholars to spooks,

Yet Al Queda isn't there,

In Pakistan and Yemen we should look

So too we occupy old Babylon

With a promise we must honor to soon be gone

While in Washington the Pachyderms and asses did battle

Fighting and bickering and sounding like rattlers

Hissing and striking, hemming and hawing,

Displaying plumage and pomp

Never listening always talking

But despite us the engine of America is strong

The free market's cycles are not decades long

There is a natural rhythm to things

Of seasons Fall, Winter, Summer and Spring

Of what futures markets bring

Of Dows, Russells, Standards and Poors

Of bears and of bulls, of declines and of soars

Of jobs and good wages to support honest folk

Of people borrowing and then struggling to throw off debt's yoke

Some cry "depression"!

Others "mild recession"!

Still the country presses on

awaiting the bright new dawn

As for my prescription,

Hardly worth an inscription

The doctors say it best

" Do no harm,"

And a night's good rest.

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