A HISTORY OF SARAH PALIN’S CAREER (2)

Back home she studied on her Bible
To be McNasty’s running mate.
I’ll take advice from Ester’s tribe. Bull
Will help me to eschew debate.
There is no sense in me competing
With those inside the beltway. Tweeting
Is what I’ll do to blow my horn
To let them know a star is born.
And if the old man is defeated,
I’ll still be there to keep the base
From giving up the polling place.
Then when he’s done I will be treated
As royally as Ester was;
And we can dump the liberal scuzz.

A HISTORY OF SARAH PALIN'S CAREER (1)

Ms. Sarah Palin lost her panties
While she was hunting for a moose
In woods at least as dark as Dante’s.
Search as she might it was no use.
She came across a fellow hunter
Who had been sent out to confront her.
He held her panties in his hand
And aked, "You'll do as we command?"
Then Sarah knew with instant clarity,
This was the start of her career.
She shucked her pants off, bared her rear,
Bent over saying with sincerity,
“Do with me as you’d have me do
Republic(rats) and God bless you.”

TOW THE ER FO ABE L B

When media manipulation
By partisans who are old pros
Insist upon the stipulation
Which loudly states: “Anything goes,”
Then we’ve put up a Tower of Babel
Where Abel’s Cain and Cain is Abel
Depending on your point of view
And what you want to ballyhoo.
Then our incomprehensibility
At who we are, what we believe
Is so much laughter up their sleeve:
For no one with the sensibility
God gave a rock would lend an ear
As malice sermoizes fear.

SYMPATHY FOR THE HOMELESS

For those of liberal persuasion,
A homeless man and woman are
A symbol of our affirmation
Of letting people live sub par.
Are their lawns watered by a bladder
Or fertilized with fecal matter;
Do they live downwind of a smell
Can paint the home in which they dwell;
Do they wake hearing spastic farting
A homeless man makes as he shits;
Or screaming alcoholic fits;
Or stinking trash left on departing-
Beer cans and bottles, dying pards?
You’re dead you go near their backyards.

666

1
Why should I post while on vacation?
The answer’s evil never sleeps
Or takes a break. So education,
The kind that really plays for keeps
Whose job it is to make men moral,
Must beat back evil when they quarrel;
Then, branding it as contraband,
Must hurl it down to No Man’s Land.
There evil finds its proper dwelling:
A Pandemonium of souls
Whose heads are stuck on ends of poles
Where they can practice at their yelling
Of epithets on which they feast
Until at last marked by the BEAST.
2
And foremost is the TEA BAG NATION
Who, middle aged (all lily whites),
Began by yelling that taxation
Is converse to their civil rights
Under the U.S. Constitution;
And so propose as their solution
To put an end to this distress
By bringing down the IRS.
And so dissolve the federal union
A freak so hated by their God
They’re certain He’d want it outlawed;
And so restore the first communion
Of states where every man could own
His wife, his slaves, what he’s homegrown.
3
They, in discussion, can’t be civil,
Ill-educated as they are;
Who think debate is mostly drivel
Except what’s hottest in NASCAR.
And like those cars with their propulsion,
They’re driven hard by their compulsion
To be a winner, win the prize
That seems to go to other guys.
Unlike the cars at Talladega-
Which used to be straight stock V-8
But are no more (they’re out – of –date)-
They’re not the alpha and omega
Of anything. They’re total wrecks
So idolize the Palins, Becks.
4
And what these trump is coded whiteness
Which leads their bagger retinues
To give up any false politeness
And spit on “nigger faggot Jews.”
Thus savaging the First Amendment
By sending it around the bend. Meant,
By theoconic neocons,
To resurrect these woebegones.
And speaking of a resurrection:
What of the Sermon on the Mount
Which calls a Christian no-account
Who hasn’t sense to see complexion
As Jesus did, a brown skinned Jew,
Who taught the world of love’s true hue?

(TO BE CONTINUED)

IF ONLY I COULD

If only I could hurl invective
As easily as Palin can.
She's certainly way more effective
Than any in the Ku Klux Klan.
Then I could make my commentaries
RSVPs to mortuaries
Where I could bury whom I want;
Upholding others I would vaunt.
If only I could paint a target
On whom advisors tell me to
As Sarah does on Black and Jew,
Then I’d have mastered all the argot
Tea Baggers use. Then help them mate
With others who are retardate.

THE STATUS QUO

You wonder why I would bedevil
Our politics and scourge with rhyme
Politicos from highest level
To those still clawing up from slime?
The pols, protecting bankers’ winnings,
Now claim banks need our underpinnings:
“Too big to fail.” So they propose
To make my kids pay through the nose.
As well, they have us intermixing
And trying to play catch-as-catch-can
With rebels in Afghanistan-
The Taliban who are deep-sixing
Our soldiers who would never go,
Knowing they’re playing tic tac toe.