He is in charge and you can tell
From the stick he carries
It is large and full of venom
Puffed up adder
Plus the badge with the fancy letters
Golden spirals of digits and codes
So complicated they must mean
Something important
The universe of a black bag to place
You in, heedless
Plus the car, all trappings of authority
Siren light and blaring noise
Speeding on the night street breakneck.
jesus said and I believe it’s true
for now, malicious incompetence
replaces nixon’s benign neglect
in our sacred christian democracy
our experts are searching gospels
for the exact supporting phrases
the 21st century knownothingparty
an ever faithful unshakable base
keeps america safe from preverts*
moslems, browns, blacks, slants
our party’s proud of its supremacy
grim reaper’s headed for sainthood
exemplary virtues, daily miracles
reminds us of what’s attainable
with diligence and family values
our dear leader simply must croak
in order to reap his true rewards
*Keenan Wynn uttered the term “preverts” in “Doctor Strangelove.”