Saturday, February 06, 2010

WHEN TEA-BAGGERS CRAFT SONNETS

by J. D. Mackenzie


Let us prevent clear logic to despoil
Our tenuous love for Sarah-the-Led
She, cherished maven of gas and big oil
Deserves a much higher honor instead
Cloaking her history, she won our hearts
Mother of multitudes (ornaments, props)
Courageous and skilled in the killing arts
Hopeful McCain’s second guessing soon stops
Truly, such powers we cannot ignore
Hers is a clear path, self-righteous and true
How could we commoners not love her more?
Perhaps if she quit again halfway through
          Sarah, deprive not your most thirsty folk
          You, bottomless well of side-splitting jokes


J. D. Mackenzie divides his time between work as a college administrator, kayaking Oregon rivers and writing poetry with an occasional political perspective. He recently celebrated the birthday of William Stafford by reading at a Friends of Stafford gathering.
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