The Fredösphere

Head over to the New York Times and have a look at our new Poet Laureate.  The guy is wearing blue jeans.  We pay him good money, and he's wearing blue jeans.  The wreath of bay leaves he is supposed to have on his head is not visible in the photo at all.  How contemptible.

How much poetry are we supposed to get for all our tax dollars he's getting?  What's the rate per word?  How long are his coffee breaks?  Where's the bureaucrat that checks his time card?  These are the obvious questions -- why is no one answering them?