Poisoned Penns (a poem)

Russ Vaughn
It runs like a flood beneath their skins,

In the veins of these left-leaning actors;

From Leo to Sean it seems that all Penns

Can’t help but be shrill malefactors.

Leo loved Stalin’s world socialist dreams;

Sean too has this love for dictators,

Blind to their cruelty, inhumane schemes,

A trait not uncommon in traitors.


All the world’s a stage for Leo’s boy;

Sean misses no chance to play lead.

He’ll play a tyrant’s tomfool toy,

Like his new Venezuelan misdeed.

Actors like Sean, lightweights like him,

Are to tyrants like Chavez but fools;

Fools for the moment, fools on a whim,

History proves them nothing but tools.


Leo the Lefty had a socialist son,

In Hollywood that’s a surprise?

Pushing their dogma as innocent fun,

Filling viewers’ minds with their lies?

Taking advantage of entertainment skills,

To romanticize their social design,

A hammer and sickle up on Hollywood’s hills?

The Poison Penns would call that a sign.


It runs like a flood beneath their skins,

In the veins of these left-leaning actors;

From Leo to Sean it seems that all Penns

Can’t help but be shrill malefactors.

Leo loved Stalin’s world socialist dreams;

Sean too has this love for dictators,

Blind to their cruelty, inhumane schemes,

A trait not uncommon in traitors.


All the world’s a stage for Leo’s boy;

Sean misses no chance to play lead.

He’ll play a tyrant’s tomfool toy,

Like his new Venezuelan misdeed.

Actors like Sean, lightweights like him,

Are to tyrants like Chavez but fools;

Fools for the moment, fools on a whim,

History proves them nothing but tools.


Leo the Lefty had a socialist son,

In Hollywood that’s a surprise?

Pushing their dogma as innocent fun,

Filling viewers’ minds with their lies?

Taking advantage of entertainment skills,

To romanticize their social design,

A hammer and sickle up on Hollywood’s hills?

The Poison Penns would call that a sign.