(channeling my inner Stephen Colbert/Bill Maher love child, “Stephen Maher”; tongue firmly in cheek)
thanks!
to the geeks, the freaks, and especially the weak;
to the fag hags with their Gucci bags;
to the crazies, the lazies, the homeless men and women
tipping the election blue so they can enjoy four
more years of the bliss that is poverty;
to the gays trying to raise our kids to be perverts
and have sex with animals and aliens and designer shoes,
while priests sing the blues and rape boys in back rooms;
to the Muslims coming door to door to tell us more
about their man Allah, asking for a dollar, and offering us that
lil booklet called the “Watch Minaret”, aka, the Obama “Bible;
to the cranks in houses of lordly pranks, casting their
righteous flock against the zeitgeist of the Anti-Christ;
to the union and their ill-gotten ilk, sipping mocha lattes heavy
with milk, the assembly line purrs along dropping seventy-ton
armored boxes onto highways and byways, powered by owls;
to the coal miners - no whiners - marching into the darkness for
another day of black lung so the terrorists don’t win, a sin;
to the corporate raiders in their waders, fishing for trout
while all about them companies are sold for parts by old farts
so women in China can work for pennies in a shop non-stop;
to the chicks with dicks, the she-males and split tails, the
trans-thoughtful, the awful that have fallen from the path of God;
to the blacks, the illegals making tracks, finding a cozy ghetto,
a pimpin’ barrio, where they can rob rich white kids whose GPSs
cause driving messes, easy pickings for the upwardly-mobile thug;
to the clueless white folk who’ll now choke on their votes,
it denotes a lack of FOX News knowledge, drop-outs from college,
and an aversion to certain perversions, namely the Right path;
to the dishonorable, the intolerable, the heartless, the smartless,
the worthless, penniless, and sweetheartless, the lonely souls
smoking bowls, who lost the day and opened the way to four
more years of a brighter day.
thanks!
