The End(S) Of Satire - Poem by David SmithWhite
“Dissent is the highest form of patriotism”.- Thomas Jefferson
I heard the word absurd demurred,
for the world has caught us up.
I saw the poor chore of war;
on blood and gore I sup.
On blood and gore I sup, my boys;
I drink the poison cup.
I saw the dogs of death deploy,
while I was but a pup!
I've seen the mean, obscene machine;
the engine of our woe.
I claim the same and name the game:
a propagangster's show.
A propagandist's show, my lads,
I write the winning script.
And pander thus to fears and fads,
with ready wit encrypt.
Slunk low as to loiter
with sly reconnoiter,
I spy out the lie of the land.
And press-ganged by Reuters,
or caught short in coitus,
my victims are famously damned.
Defaced in haste - misplaced lambaste -
I paste the scathing blog.
Debased, disgraced, I'm traced and chased
through mist to bathe in fog.
Though missed, I rave in waves, my pet,
lest knaves enslave us all.
No iron fist will save us yet,
while I dissent by scrawl!
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