Vous Accusez




You accuse me of being a red necked fascist.

Gee, I thought liberals were supposed to be nice.


You trick me.

You stick your hatred on my forehead like a scarlet letter

On my conservative thoughts.


Do I have Hawthorne on my spine?

Am I the title of the misjudged?


You don’t exist for me

But you hate me like a summer shower of nails.


You can’t understand why I am uncomfortable around gays,

Don’t want transgenders in my bathroom,

Dislike Muslim suicide bombers,

Believe that Islam is less a religion and more of a political state.


You ask why I hate immigrants who want to blow me up?

You call them freedom fighters rather than freedom spiters.


You forget the dead at Ground Zero

And apologize for your Islamophobia.


You can’t see why I feel racism is a joke

And diversity is a failure to worship homogeneity.

Think, if you can, bigotry is less of a sin than rape.


You are so stubbornly liberal that you hide beneath

The robes of the new left wing Klu Klux Klan.


Obama brought back the sixties and I am sixty-nine.

I once ski raced with a bib—69.

That was fun.


Progressive is a euphemism for lack of progress.

Flo is the empty voice of communism in the Progressive commercial.

David Lawrence

David Lawrence has a Ph.D. in literature. He has published over 200 blogs, 600 poems, a memoir “The King of White-Collar Boxing,” several books of poems, including “Lane Changes.” Both can be purchased on Amazon.com. He was a professional boxer and a CEO. Last year he was listed in New York Magazine as the 41st reason to love New York.

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