Ann Coulter As Ponygirl

Oh Ann! Oh Ann! Poster girl of the radical Right! Love to have you to myself one night! We could nosh on bagles and cream cheese As you dutifully serve me on your knees As we listen to some Right Wing Blues And dream of those "perfected" Jews. Beneath the glow of a radical moon We'll sup intolerance from silver spoons, Discuss your Christian "Fast Track" pride And the Liberal view of life deride. Meanwhile, I'd fit you with a tail, 'Fore I your Right Wing gods assail. Then tether you to some dead reef, A copy of the "Blade" between your teeth To act as bit to stay your speech Of tyrannical goals just out of reach; You'd become my little Fascist Filly, And serve a Liberal, willy-nilly. Your masters lost the public trust - In vain your uninspiring bust! Your dreary power base is waning Even as you sit there yet profaning All the saner sentiments To satisfy your malcontent. So: Find a cliff, and Happy Landings! Or become the Piece that Passeth Understanding.