I’m becoming a hermit.
The hours and hours I permit
Myself to listen to the news
Is laughable.
On the face of it
I’m informed, I have wit,
But I continue to commit
Myself to hearing the conservative shit.
I want to quit.
But this fear in the pit
Of my stomach
Makes me grit
my teeth and listen.
Know thy enemy.
I’m scared.
But this fear that they hit us with
Is how they git
Us to submit
OUR RIGHTS.
So I listen.
And I listen.
Are they lit?
Wait wait wait wait wait
Just a bit.
They want to recommit
Us to Iraq indefinitely?
They want to take a drill bit
To a National Wildlife Reserve?
There was a reverse stock split?
They turned a surplus into a
Massive budget deficit?
They want to pass a judicial writ
So I have no choice?
Will I have a voice?
Of course.
A voice that can be heard
On my phone
which they’ve wiretapped.
McCain is going down on the Evangelicals
And Bush is fucking America in the ass
I hate to be crass
But FUCK BUSH.
Unfortunately, we have
Abstinence-only education
so kids these days don’t even know how to
Fuck bush safely.
We need to end this Republican reign
For Palin and McCain
Are a conservative curse.
They’re not more of the same,
They're frighteningly worse.


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Great poem!!! Thank you for sharing!