A Summer Pleasantry
By Robert S. Becker
You betcha, we crashed the stage
With willful slogans oozing rage;
Like snarling Palin, our model rogue,
Ain't contempt in "populist" vogue?
Umbrage propels Tea Party zeal,
Defying Obama's uppity seal;
Don't blame the looming Civil War
Because we roar, "We're all done for."
Or slam "know-nothing, redneck hicks"
For ridiculing socialist cliques;
Death panels, welfare get us fried,
Plus perverts pushing gay pride.
Hell yes, we're the radical right,
Small-town, proud, and lily white;
Evangelical, as the Bible explains:
We only believe what God ordains.
Why can't the world be as it was,
Jobs for us, not distant foreigner?
With old-time religion, faith alone,
Not secular science on the throne?
We'll brawl to take our country back
From outsider or minority attack;
Let's make it real simple, like ABC,
Watch out, boy, "Don't tread on me."
We reject foes to Israeli peace,
Worship Limbaugh, not P.C. police;
What choice: get armed to rumble,
Otherwise, America will crumble.
Throw leftwingers down the tubes,
They hate we love guns and boobs;
They gripe we're dinosaurs on race
"Some people" should know their place.
So, we ain't a-feared of revolution
Favoring secession over evolution;
And readin' lies "bout climate change,
Just cuts practice at our rifle range.
Change can flame from smallest fire,
Long as rightwingers goad our ire.
Praise the Lord, pass ammunition:
No Rapture without conflagration.