There is something in the air and it’s not perfume.
It is the death of ideas’ flowers.
It is liberals putting themselves in strait jackets
And going crazy with their silly, starched opinions.
They can’t get out of themselves.
They can’t get out of their own ways.
They believe in the rightness of their own convictions
Rather than the wrongness of their insistence.
Bigotry is their hatred of anyone who disagrees with them.
Their arrogance is a failure to face their failures.
They pat themselves on the back of the garden
While the results of their good intentions are flowers
Baudelaire would be bored by their fake goodness.
I pick a posy of their humanity and smell the undergarment
Of failed utopianism.
I was a limousine liberal in another life.
Then I realized I didn’t want to spend my whole day hating
Rednecks when they were pitchforking real values
While we were whining in imported beers.
I wanted income equality because I didn’t feel equal
To earning a good living.
I was an adjunct professor at Hunter College
(A lowly position like Obama’s)
Because I didn’t have the balls to get a real job.
I was defending a coward’s position.
I don’t believe in same sex marriage.
I don’t believe in pride about perversion.
I don’t believe in discussions with morons who think
That the world is getting a hot foot
And that Muslims are fair decent people who treat women well.
How can a President be so sophomoric?
Obama reiterates the lexicon of socialism like a failed country.
He has put America in the dustbin of useless ideas.
He is a useful idiot for Lenin and the other side.
If I had voted for him I would take out my eye
And look back at myself,
Glancing at my stupid face.
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