Category: Poetry

With Apologies to the Old Under-Dog Theme & Wally Cox

  • When heretics in this world appear
    and break God’s law which they should fear
    and frighten all who see or hear
    the cry goes up to end the smear

    For

    Junk-yard dog!
    Junk-yard dog!
    Junk-yard dog!
    Junk-yard dog!

    Speed of lightning,
    Roar of thunder
    Shreds who rip God’s name asunder

    Junk-yard dog!
    Junk-yard dog!

    When Churches support the Marxist creed

    From each according to their seed
    to each according to their need
    to challenge this wrong with blinding speed

    Comes

    Junk-yard dog!
    Junk-yard dog!
    Junk-yard dog!
    Junk-yard dog!

    Speed of lightning,
    Roar of thunder
    Shreds who rip God’s name asunderJunk-yard dog!
    Junk-yard dog!

    His body is full of small buckshot
    His meals consist of rust and rot
    His home is an old junk car lot

    But Marxists fear they could get caught

    By

    Junk-yard dog!

    Junk-yard dog!
    Junk-yard dog!
    Junk-yard dog!Speed of lightning,
    Roar of thunder
    Shreds who rip God’s name asunder

    Junk-yard dog!
    Junk-yard dog!

A New Hymnody For A New Religion — A CRT Marching Song

Would you be free from the burden of race?
There’s power in the riot … power in the riot
Would over whiteness you finally erase

There’s wonderful power in the riot

Refrain:
There is power (power) wonder-working power
In the Blood (in the blood) of the Man (of the man)
There is power (power) wonder-working power

In the spilled out blood of white men

Would you be free from your awful white pride?
There’s power in the riot … power in the riot
Come for a cleansing in the CRT tide
There’s wonderful power in the riot [Refrain]

Would you now topple the White man’s scheme
There’s power in the riot, pow’r in the riot
Find now some pigment for your bloodstream
There’s wonderful pow’r in the riot [Refrain]

Would you exceed e’en Martin Luther King?
There’s pow’r in the riot, pow’r in the riot;
Come now kill whitey and his offspring
There’s wonderful pow’r in the riot. [Refrain]

American Clergy

Under every crevice and crack
Between the pages of every book
Lies something I’ve yet to learn

Something that I yet lack

I can feel my ignorance mock
The little I say that I know
I know I can hardly fault it
As I see my ignorance grow

A teacher yet untaught
A wise man who’s a fool
Yet most troublesome of all
Is I see my peers worse still

I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends … Is Your Mama A Llama

This post is from a friend of mine. It is a new politically correct rendition of “Is Your Mama a Llama.” This is a children’s book which I remember reading to my children when they were wee ones. What follows is from Mickey Henry,

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This morning, I overheard my wife reading “Is Your Mama a Llama?” to Christian, and it occurred to me how very offensive it would be to postmodern sensibilities if the author had used people rather than anthropomorphized animals as the topic. So I thought I’d write an abbreviated version appropriate for postmoderns:

“Is Your Mama a Llama?” for Postmoderns

“Is your mama a llama?” I asked my friend Dave.
“It’s really hard to say.” is the answer Dave gave.
“She was born to parents who identified as bats.
But she could easily choose to be a rat or a cat.”
“Oh,” I said. “You are right about it all.
I think that your mama sounds more like a…
species-fluid animal!”

“Is your mama a llama?” I asked my friend Fred.
“I’m not sure how to answer.” is what Freddy said.
“My mama’s become my daddy, at least in his head.
If you question his transition you’ll wish you were dead.”
“Oh,” I said. “You needn’t assail,
I think that your mama must actually be…
male!”

“Is your mama a llama?” I asked my friend Jane.
“Yes, no, and everything else.” Jane curtly explained.
“Kind-after-kind is a foolish old Biblical notion.
Adjust your thinking and your rigid devotion.”
“Oh,” I said. “I need worldview destruction,
because I mistook your mama for a…
social-construction!”