Friday, February 08, 2008

Of cabbageheads and mavericks...

I dreamed I saw St. McCain,
Alive as you or me,
Tearing through this country
In utmost maverosity,
With a Glock underneath his arm
And a coat of solid lead,
Searching for the very fools
Whose souls were already dead.

"Shut the fuck up!" he cried so loud,
In a voice unlike a saint,
"Come out, ye swarthy Mexicans
So we can set you straight.
No wetback who's among ye now
Whether Julio, Juan, or Dave,
Will long stay by this golden door
I piss on Emma Lazarus' grave!"

I dreamed I saw St. McCain,
Alive with breath like muck,
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That voted for the schmuck.
Oh, I awoke in anger,
So alone and terrified,
I put my fingers against the glass
And bowed my head and cried.