As read at a laundromat, last night:
Barracuda
If Sarah Palin drowns
in an earmarked pet-project cauldron filled
with a mixture of freshly-drilled Arctic National
Wildlife Refuge oil and polar bear blood
then she was not a witch
Even if it was real, Global Warming
could never thaw her heart. She knows
that you can put lipstick
on a seventeen year old girl
who has been deprived of comprehensive Sex
Education, but your NRA lobbyist
will only have nine months
to arrange the shotgun wedding
Those go-go boots helped pray away my gay
and made the creationism of her bridge to nowhere
into a 398 million dollar catwalk Worth
Every Penny. She knows that if Alaskans
weren't meant to be pale, they would live
somewhere other than Alaska, someplace that gets
exposed to more than 5 hours of daylight
during winter months. So installing that tanning bed
in the Governor's office was a task from God
John McCain is the only dinosaur she believes in
she understands that presidential elections are glorified
beauty pageants and not having any answers for important
questions makes you a Maverick. She emphasizes
Homeland Security and vows to protect America's
prosperity, like a clever Yahoo e-mail password
she will fight Alaskan Gray Wolves over there
chasing and shooting them from the safety of helicopters
so we won't have to fight them over here
And Sarah Palin knows that if books
weren't meant to be burned, they would be made
of something other than paper
a flame-retardant material able to withstand
the friction of contradictory ideas, the heat
of dissent. She knows that if books weren't meant
to be burned, they would not contain
such flammable ideas 