PrintOctober 5, 2006
Blood Sport (a poem)
But suppose the Republican leadership had
Outed Mark Foley and called him bad?
How fast would the tar be heated to boiling
And poured over the outers while the crowds were roiling
With outrage, screaming to the heavens to be heard
As they plucked the feathers from each colorful bird
To throw onto the burning homophobes of renown
Who'd be tossed into the sea to fizzle and drown.
A fantastical picture to paint, maybe so,
But politics is a well—known blood sport, no?
Mimi Evans Winship 10 05 06
