Blood Sport (a poem)

But suppose the Republican  leadership had

Outed Mark Foley and called him bad?

How fast would the tar be heated to boiling

And poured over the outers while the crowds were roiling

With outrage, screaming to the heavens to be heard

As they plucked the feathers from each colorful bird

To throw onto the burning homophobes of renown

Who'd be tossed into the sea to fizzle and drown.

 

A fantastical picture to paint, maybe so,

But politics is a well—known blood sport, no?

 

Mimi Evans Winship    10 05 06

But suppose the Republican  leadership had

Outed Mark Foley and called him bad?

How fast would the tar be heated to boiling

And poured over the outers while the crowds were roiling

With outrage, screaming to the heavens to be heard

As they plucked the feathers from each colorful bird

To throw onto the burning homophobes of renown

Who'd be tossed into the sea to fizzle and drown.

 

A fantastical picture to paint, maybe so,

But politics is a well—known blood sport, no?

 

Mimi Evans Winship    10 05 06