A Springtime
Sermon for Government-Anointed Experts “Political language... is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give solidarity to pure wind.” ~ George Orwell Serve up an April picnic That’s shy of one pork pie. Make fruitful news so nutty All rationale will fry In lands of clouds and cuckoos Where pigs and pop stars fly. Heed the politician’s rule – Push the lie and play the fool. Reveal your wheel is turning Although your hamster’s dead. Make sure your tongue keeps spinning Though nothing’s in your head But tumbleweed a-tumbling And drivel laced with dread. When fretters sweat, stay icy cool – Push the lie and play the fool. Cultivate the kangaroos Loose in your top paddock. Quell the smell of fishy clues Pungent as a haddock. Shine your shoes and buff your schmooze, Puff up like a peacock. Pitch to every useful tool – Push the lie and play the fool. Flummox, fox, and obfuscate, Bloviate with keenness. Sell free speech as harm and hate, Cash in on your meanness. Claim that men can menstruate And women have a penis. Peddle the grotesque and cruel – Push the lie and play the fool. When your reputation’s shot By deeds too dire to mention, Serve a double dose of rot With haughty condescension. Snort and sneer, be swift to trot With your colossal pension… While successors play the fool Guzzle cocktails by the pool. Susan J. Bryant |