American Beauty in the West Wing
After a painstaking search
Of the house and the grounds,
The knife in question was found
Planted in the heart
Of an immaculate rose bed.
.
gay blade
Deep
In the heart of the heart
Of the country,
Whoever has the balls
To sing
The body electric
Is in for a shock.
.
fodder for the machine
All the way
From the back of the class,
Sent to the front
By an electrifying
Drill instructor—
As in animal prodder.
.
bedtime story
All the world over, rosy-
Cheeked kids like you
Are being put to sleep;
In the abattoir, pale
Insomniac butchers count
Brainless sheep.
NB: An old one, but perhaps still relevant.
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