The Beryani was flavorful
At Rice and Kebob
On South Colorado Boulevard
And I watched the NBC News
With a Moroccan Chap,
Who I thought was Mexican.
He was a soft-spoken fellow,
But we got along just fine.
I crossed the bridge over Interstate 25
To shop at Vitamin Cottage.
One of my Fellow Shoppers
Was a Trump Supporter
Who wanted to annihilate all the Muslims on Earth
In order to fight Terrorism.
Couldn't he at least wait
Until I had completely digested my Afghan Meal
All the Fanatics and Extremists
From all the Religions of Mankind gathered in a room unarmed.
They were told,
"You can do Whatever the hell you want to now."
"You no longer have to follow the Agenda of your Militia leaders any more,"
"'Cause the Threat is gone"
"And your fake Religious Leaders"
"Don't give a damn what you do now."
All these "Macho, Strong Men"
Began stripping off each other's clothes
And performing homosexual sex acts on each other
Which would be inappropriate in detail in this poem.
When the Threat and Terror
From Someone in Authority was gone,
They could restrain their homosexual urges
The Fanatically Divine Apocalyptic Euphoria
Of Hurling towards a Cataclysmic Explosion!
Am I sitting next to a Radical Islamic Suicide Bomber in his Pickup Truck?
No, I'm making plans for the Destruction of America in the White House
With President Donald Trump.
The church was started years ago.
My brother was a charter member.
But, he’s been a first class weirdo
Since as long as I can remember.
At first I thought it was hilarious,
And thought not too much of it.
But, I quickly found it nefarious
And told my brother to shove it.
Their services seemed rediculous,
The chants re-written bible stuff,
An attempt to cover up that they
Are doing something iniquitous.
“He that believeth in us shall prosper
Those who revile us shall not.
Go and suffer not the poorer
For heaven is for those who have got.”
My brother quotes this stuff to me
And gets angry when I question.
I have tried hard to make him see.
He takes it as an imposition.
They work to take over Congress
So their church can get paid money.
The plan is to clean up the DC mess
So religion is the richest industry.
I asked him if the church has plans
To share some of that with them.
He laughed and clapped his hands
And said they were going to pay him.
He would be blessed by their deity
For being a righteous servant.
All he had to do was maintain piety
And be Holy Church rules observant.
They were to vote down everyone
Who had another way of seeing
And to vote for their guys who run
Then, claim the rest are not human beings.
By this time I was no longer listening
Because I thought his intelligence gone.
But a close replay of his rambling
I realized it’s all close to going on.
The people in charge really are
Seeming to be saying all of this.
They’re selling us to the guards
Without even that dreaded kiss.
We are close to those wacko creeps
Controlling all of our land of freedoms
And ripping us all off while we sleep
Then even outlawing any kind of wisdom.
When the Suicide Bomber rammed a truck full of explosives
Into a crowd of festival goers,
The Public SEEMED quite disturbed,
But their outrage was really fake
And they subsequently elected Suicide Bombers as Leaders,
Hurling Planet Earth
Towards an Ecoapocalyptic Doom
When the Maniacs took control of the Country,
All the Citizens cheered in the Streets!
Leaders with some Passion!
Leaders with some Fervor!
When Officials of the New Regime started raping their children,
They kept silent.
They accepted the Sexual Exploitation of their own Children
As the Necessary Price for Order
And Living in Accordance
With Divine Decree.