To the Great Big Liberal Yanking At my Thigh
You don’t like me because I am a fascist.
I am in love with a boat in a bottle.
You are the true fascist because you hate me
For my ideas.
You don’t see the float in my boat and
The gentleness as I ride upon the waves.
You would gladly kill me for my thoughts
But your liberal thoughts are too weak
To bother me.
Your left wing is pulling you down.
You are the birds in Hitchcock poking
My eyes out in the school yard.
You feel superior to me,
Hating and discounting my innocent ideas.
You are a young liberal Democrat.
You gargle your hatred of your superiors
Like a protein drink.
You don’t know me because you can’t read
All the labels you stick to me.
You hang from the greenery on an Ivy League
Building like a bug.