Older Poems from the Pen of Olan L. Smith

Pontificating Tea Baggers

 Pontificating Tea Baggers

 ©2010, Olan L. Smith

Woe is we,

In this new age,

Where tea-partiers are exalted

And Republicans become left-wingers.

This era of enlightenment has become the age of shadows

Where hate rules and book burning is top billing—

People fear structures of worship

And diversity is reckoned

As evil incarnate

We swing, yes, 

we fluctuate like pendulums,

Chaff in the breeze tossed to and fro 

By the slightest innuendo. Where is the stable mind, 

The voice needed to sturdy sanity?

The world is diagnosed schizophrenic—

A closed mind is a 

Plight!

So — if you are truly a tea-bagger,

Open your mouth and swallow your sword,

And while bouncing your head up and down on its shaft

State, "I am expressing my first amendment rights,

And by the way I am stomping

On your civil liberties."

A/N: This poem was written in 2010 and is US political satire using mockery, hyperbole, and the kitchen sink to poke fun at the birth of a movement. The image below is my freehand imitation of the artist Henri de Toulose Leutrec 1887 "Portrait of Van Gogh."