"Vapors rise as Fever settles on an acid sea..."

Is it Al Gore's poetry, or is it indigestion? You be the judge. You can't say the guy isn't versatile.

Michael Cook has a little fun with the poem at Mercator Net.

Who is the shepherd, do you think? Who is guiding us into the land of milk and honey? Who is ringing the bells in the City on the Hill? Is it Al the Prophet? What are the tools? His book? If we all buy one for Christmas, will Al become very rich?