Apocalipstick Poem by gershon hepner

Those who are apocalipstick,
preaching to the prim and proud,
must resent the heretic
from Gotham City, Maureen Dowd.
It is very hard to capture
the hearts and minds of skeptics who
do not believe there’ll be a rapture
in Alaska, and pursue
their worldy ways, so damned elitist,
while influenced by Satan. Sarah,
apolcalipstick, not defeatist,
believes in quite a different era
to that which readers of the New
York Times believe in. Read her lips,
unglossed, untouchable, untrue,
approaching the apocalypse.

Inspired by Maureen Dowd’s article in the NYT, September 24,2008 (“Park Avenue Diplomacy”) :
I don’t agree with those muttering darkly that the picture of Gov. Sarah Palin with a perky smile and shapely gams posing with a pleased Henry Kissinger, famous for calling power the ultimate aphrodisiac, is a sign of the apocalypse. It isn’t even a sign of the apocalipstick. How the mighty 85-year-old Henry the K has fallen from his days chasing Jill St. John and running the world to his hour briefing of a 44-year-old Wasilla hockey mom who may end up running the world. Governor Palin knows a lot about the End of Days from her years at the Pentecostal Wasilla Assembly of God, which had preached (after a war in the Middle East about light vanquishing darkness) that Alaska would be a shelter for Rapturous “saved” Christians at the end of times when they ascend to heaven.



9/24/08