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A Turn to the Right

“the nation needs new direction...”

a talking head on television

got me saved as he began

“abandon investigations into global warming,

polar bears and orangutans,

other pseudo-scientific distractions

from proper resource extraction that could save us

from the mess we're in..”

 

proposing, instead, the latest in scientific experiments:

ascertaining the flavor of blue jelly beans,

or the true origin of belly button lint -

useful information for armchair navel-gazers

 

now I'm one of them

 

we want an installation of mirrors on the moon

so we can watch ghetto children clean toilets after class

as they repay their debts

for the free ketchup they get

from socialist school lunch programs

they’ll learn valuable skills for eventual careers

as lifetime sanitary engineers

 

our right-minded scientists are poised soon

to upend the old myth that earth is round

because out in Texas, anyone can see that it’s flat;

and monkeys be ******

none of those letters are in us,

the old book says it in black and white

 

but we’ve since adopted the newer testament,

improved through Ayn Rand

(an atheist...imagine that!)

The Savior is an investment banker, job creator

who kept his accounts off-shore

out of reach of commies and single mothers, the ******

 

we still espouse good christian values

(charity for the poor, yaddayadda)

cooking pots of pasta in church kitchens

to feed them;

God helps when they need more -

like medicine for uncontrolled diabetes -

which is when we lay-on-hands and prescribe

heavy doses of prayer

(the approach doesn't cost a cent)

 

after all, poverty is the neo-cardinal sin

(greed, by conservative decree, is now good),

unforgiven within gates of the convention

but we’ll guarantee a spray of white carnations

on the pine box at the altar if all else fails,

complements of the congregation...

 

just not for gays or lesbians ...

or loose women who seek abortions

before we have a chance to peek inside them...

 

we aim to reclaim freedom

(from guilt and contemplation,

cerebral things like thinking...)

take our country back from

the legions of excess population

who, by some estimations, seem a lot like us

but aren't

 

we’ll be winners again

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