It wasn't easy, I sounded strange
To ask forgiveness of my mistress
At the press conference
to explain all that I've done
You must believe me
All you can see is a man who's contrite
His illicit love came to light
After deceiving all of you.
I tried to keep it secret, but that's all changed,
My wife had no doubt, she kicked me out.
She's there, I'm here, so I guess
you're aware we're estranged.
I didn't seek this
It all started innocently but then
In Buenos Aires
Her lips met mine
In a kiss of hot Latin bliss.
Chorus:
Don't cry for me Appalachia
Your trail is still calling to me
Although I sampled
Love on La Pampas
I'll keep my pants on
For Nude Hiking Day.
As for my career, and my good name
I always took them for granted
Since I showed to the world
righteous faces of me.
There were illusions
Along with my delusions of promises to keep
And sacred vows I was too weak
to preserve. I deserve my fate.
Don't cry for me Appalachia.
Chorus:
Don't cry for me Appalachia
Your trail is still calling to me
Although I sampled
Love on La Pampas
I'll keep my pants on
For Nude Hiking Day.
Did I say too much?
There's little more I can add to my email rants,
Since all you have to do
is read my words to her
To know why I lost my pants.

Mark Sanford in the Woods
But Wearing His Clothes
Can't Get Enough
of Mark's Madness?
Members of his own party have called on Governor Mark Sanford to resign, suggesting a misappropriation of state funds. Sanford continues to insist that the current wave of indignation is politically motivated.
Jenny Sanford moved out of the governor's mansion, taking their three sons to a family home, and has since written a book detailing her experience. The couple is divorcing.
It wasn't claustrophobia,
But soul not sole made Jenny leave,
Saying, bye, bye, Columbia.
Apparently, Gov. Sanford has yet to master theArt of Shut Up. He wrote an Op Ed piece in South Carolina's The State newspaper recently in which he apologized yet again. He later opined that he was politically dead. When's the wake?
Sanford's grateful for the hole into which he fell.
It was, after all, God's will.
It put the fun in funeral
And opened up for him,
a better whole to fill.
And then, there's the "Family"
Righteousness consolidated. C Street zealots dissipated.
--Based on a vision and a visit from God in the guise of a CEO, cultists enjoy a tax-free subsidy for their Washington digs.