Carnival Barkers and Beer Gardens
Donald molests your daughter, but you won’t
complain – boys will be boys – and he’s strong,
a real straight-shooter, telling it like it is,
marshalling inexpressible fears like lining up
ducks in a shooting gallery.
Bang!
He hands you
a Teddy Bear prize worth less than the piss
air-drying on truth’s sallow face, but you won,
and your daughter will get over it, she’ll sign
the non-disclosure agreement.
Insanity’s when
the First Amendment gets in bed with the Second
Amendment, becomes brass knuckles, becomes
White Jesus in camo, and Fox News sings:
You don’t have to be PC anymore!
You don’t have to hide your enemies list!
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Whew! Good one Mike!
You started this off so powerfully and really kept that going through out the piece, great work!
Do do political poetry so well and so unflinchingly! Thanks for voicing my outrage!
Wow to the stanza “Insanity’s when … “