Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Judge Not Lest...

I was doing my normal schtick
With my wild beard and gutshot eyes,
Laying on the doomsday thing thick,
In D.C. where I specialize.
A blogging pundit must have seen
And heard me warning of the end.
I sort of feel he does demean
The message that I try to send.
He is a p.r. parasite,
Feeding off of whoever's in,
Making a living off the plight
Of victims of the D.C. sin.

And he had the audacity
To label me an S.O.B!