Poetry: Right Wing Menopause

"talkin' 'bout a revolution...' took on a whole new meaning,

Seems like Lenin's body is now homeless and the old commie dog needs a flea collar.

Seems like the need to be free was stronger than the need to be controlled...

So what's happening at home?

Well the middle of the road has been moved to the left.

We question a black man for being black, tell a woman it's not her body.

Offer the homeless a curb for a bed, we treat the victims of illness

Like the lepers of old.

Created a new class of have and have nots.

Told the old lady to hit the streets, sold out the workers for an extra two bucks...

And decided the stealth bomber was worth more than our hungry.

We educate our children to be burger slingers, speak ill of the dead before they're cold...

And the only qualification for congress is that you can lie with a straight face.

The National Endowment of the Arts has become the National Censor Board

And the right to question has become the right to be ignored.

Somewhere along the way Citibank bought out Americana, the Senate lost America...

And the President is looking at the third world for a replacement to the old commie dog...

Otherwise everything's fine...

Love always...

Mother.