Complicity is easy for the Right,
one single flag to which they all adhere –
“someone might steal my loot”. This primal fear
prompts pistols under pillows, sleepless nights
and riot cops. Who needs a Stagyrite?
But Lefties hold their differences dear.
Each Keeper of the Flame is more sincere
than Cash-Is-Trash-ists, Ogden Nash-ists, quite
apart from Crypto-Fascists, Widow’s Mite
Apologists, Red Guards, or those who steer
by Stalin’s light (Stakhanovites). It’s clear:
you’d never have a play without a wright,
and so each faction finds its Miller Lite:
Kropotkin, Castro, Kopp – who’s cool this year?
Categories:
kropotkin, satire,
Form: Sonnet
*Round One of an anticipated Twelve Round Bout*
With Special Guest Referee: Pyotr Kropotkin
And Everyone's Favorite Ring Girl: Leo Tolstoi
Postproduction by: Herbert Spencer and Rupert Murdoch
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I'm gonna toss you away
To the crocs someday,
- And that's when I'll say:
"Try surviving through this!"
"Without receiving my aid!"
"If you think you're so 'fit' - Why not try to prove it?!"
I'm sure you're gonna say:
"Bu-bu-bu!"
"But wait! "
"I don't even know the difference between
'Darwin's theories on evolution'
and 'Social Darwinism'!"
- To which I'll likely refrain:
"Yeah-yeah-yeah;
That's what they always claim,
When they have one foot stuck in a mouth
And another foot bound for the grave..."
Categories:
kropotkin, dark, dedication, metaphor, philosophy,
Form: Free verse