I’m More Worried about Iran than Global Warming
Two college students who take boxing lessons from me
Tell me that global warming is a real threat.
Sure, I dance around while all the icicles fall down.
Politics are hot.
Al Gore, Obama and Kerry think the world will end in fire.
Didn’t Robert Frost say that “ice would suffice?”
I’m scared of warmth and want to die in a snow storm.
I tell my eager sophomores I’m more worried about Iran
And Korea’s nuclear weapons.
I am afraid of Syria’s weapons of mass destruction.
I am nervous about Al-Qaeda, the Taliband, Isis, the Moslem Brotherhood
And Obama’s siding with violent rebels because he is afraid
To back a dictator.
Former pet Hillary wouldn’t even put Boko Haram on the terrorist list.
Qadaffi and Mubarak are saints compared to Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi .
And Obama is the naiveté that makes evil possible.
His collegiate army thinks that I am a fool because I think
That Antarctica isn’t melting.
It is icing.
I tell them I don’t have a Ph.D. in climatology.
They don’t even have a BA in gender studies.
I know how to think without pontificating.
I do not believe in Teleprompters.
I have a doctorate in English and was Phi Beta Kappa.
Al Gore was a C student.
Obama won’t even reveal his grades.
Adolescents pick opinions like posies from pockets
On the train.
John Kerry and Obama think that global warming
Is the greatest threat to us?
It takes our concentration off their failed economy,
The wrecked Middle East and their embarrassing support
In England they are denying operations to people
The dead are dying because we don’t want to invest
In their living.
A broken hip can limp to a broken life.
The warm wind of stupidity keeps us from investigating
The IRS ‘s war on conservatives and the killing of veterans
In our hospitals.
Obama claims to help the middle class while he steps on it
With expensive shoes.
He polishes our faces with clichés.
We are the product of his obsessions and his simple minded
He has a tall son—de Blassio
Who is next in line for the crown of stupidity, the thorns
Of our suffering.
When de Blassio dies I hope that St. Peter stops and frisks him,
Plucking his knapsack of hand-me-down socialist ideas.
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