a land of milk and honey, hun,
don’t worry your flint-stone brain.
A home on the firing range
where the plastic surgeon reigns
and every unwanted boy child
is given a gun and sent into the wild.
A pioneering ground, where we can
lynch our neighbour. None
of that cissy love stuff,
let’s write out Jesus, King of the Jews,
and build a wall with Israel. Breaking news,
God is the one true all-American progenitor!
His anointed have built a golden elevator
to a fairway where chosen journalists
may bend His ear. A-men! At His behest
we don the starched white hoods of hate
and worship the burning bush – it’s just weather.
we’ll soon have the old world flat again.
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