A simple desultory phillipic

Is there a safe haven
Where the odd man and his dog
Can stop
And stay
And imbibe a wee drop o' the creature
Wi'out the catterwaullin' o' the harpies
And the shrikes o' the right
Who call for the spillin' o' blood?

Can a soul find secure harbor
In a world where the sane
Are locked away
And the madmen have the keys?

Nay
All that is good and pure
Is defiled at the feet o' those who
Clamor for yet more death
Yet more destruction
Rape
Pillage
Destroy
And give the contract to rebuild
To your friends and gimps and licks
No-bid, mind you!
Lest the eyes o' the state peer upon the pederasty and incest
And, repulsed, take umbrage

Let it be said
Let the tale be told
Justice has fled these parts
For she is too noble
To be seen among the scum
That swarm over our nation
And the seat of its government

Quick, Martha!
The Flit!