You did this
with your dubious deceit
telling tales
of bogus demons
breaching unfortified frontiers.
You did this
from your bankrolled pulpit
spurring fury
against foreign facts
crushing old-hat bias.
You did this
turning neighbor against neighbor
by building your brand
of pretentious patriotism.
We will end this
with our conscious commitment
proclaiming faith
in fairness and fact
ahead of unverifiable views.
They talked
of Jesus
between bites
of bacon
and runny-yoke
soaked hash browns
They talked
they mocked
bleeding hearts
shedding liberal tears
for the souls
of the others who are lost
They talked
and chomped
on buttery toast
cheering chains that bind
the others to choices
they’re not allowed to make
They talked
of Jesus
between slurps
of creamy coffee
but the way they talked
I knew
They didn’t know
Jesus
There she goes
floating fancy fables
borne of surrogate swill
shielding her captain.
Can we trust this boorish broad
who shapes shifty slander
through twisted tongue
and crooked teeth?
Just look at
her heartless soul,
pint-sized paws,
and feckless face.
She defends demons
and manages monsters
and is clearly unfit
to stand for truth.
But, would you expect less
from one who swims with sharks,
rolls with pigs,
and quacks like ducks?
Author’s note: I wrote this after a reading a disappointing thread on Twitter. I try to model good rhetorical principals, but it is so easy to slip into madness and cheap shots when we confront others. This was as much a confessions as it was a condemnation. I daily commit to do better.
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