Pumping Irony

Pumping irony through the veins, A heart of double entendre quips, A plasma TV burns remains, Deceiving smiles upon the lips. Smoking guns are hard to find, When they don’t exist at all, Civil riots flood the mind, Kicking statues as they fall. Jumping Jesus on the box, Money is all evil’s root, Still, this church it rolls and rocks, Send in all your hard-earned loot. Pumping irony feels like heck, Flexing muscles of despair, Veins all corded in the neck, Clotted vessels going spare. Cartoon capers cause affront, The offended seeing red, In return for such a stunt, Terrorise and kill you dead. For a true untrue portrayal Stereotypical and dumb, In revenge for such betrayal Blow you all to kingdom come. Pumping irony of the truth, In a lie that still persists, Finds the inconclusive proof If it’s true that truth exists. Gather round and all be friends, Multicultural global village, Indulgent of one’s trends For terrorism, murder, pillage. It’s politically correct, A fog of smoke and TV screens Warfare just as you’d expect: Politics by other means…