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Some of my twisted verse...

The Metamorphosis (A Political Fable)

After the ash rain had stopped
And the fires were finally put out
A change had swept over the nation
A quasi-magical transformation
Had turned things inside out.

Those who were never voted upon
Nor had ever run for office
Suddenly became the voice of the populos.
They railed against elected leaders
While vacationing overseas
And slowly growing donkey's ears.

Activists shed their normal political clothes
Forgetting about AIDS and reparations

Free speech and womens' organizations
To protest saving women
To protest freedom
To protest free speech
Strenuously admiring others' shackles
As they became buzzards and jackals.

Cameramen scurried about, hoping to make history
Busy fulfilling their self-fulfilling prophicies
For they control the horizontal
And they control the vertical
So the plot unfolded just as they wanted it to;
But the audience had left the building
So they complained about bias
(But when shown their own, they denied it).
While they tried to explain away
How their features had become ophidian.

Students took time out from studying for exams
To call everyone Hitler while they marched against Israel
Or disrobed and showed everyone their education
Consisted of how to best perform demonstrations
Stating that countries need to be happy in tyranny
Because slaves really are happy in slavery.
(And these wanted their diapers often changed
For they had strangely become babies.)

And then even stones found that they could speak
As they demanded that elected leaders actually lead
And everywhere they turned off their TVs
Salt shook itself from Morton's cardboard prisons gladly
Leaping from salt beds where it had laid in mute apathy
Snakes, jackals, buzzards, donkeys proclaimed
That their transformation could not be allowed to remain
For even though the nation was hopeless before
Why it could never long endure
Its self-appointed leaders bereft of power!