On Taking Your Pick
What do you mean
I’m immoral?
Just because
I believe in
Free speech for me
But not for thee?
Yours
Is hate speech, while
Mine is lovely. Besides,
I have morals
of a certain kind.
Just not yours.
I’m made of
Sugar
And spice and everything nice
while you are made of
Snakes
And snails and puppy-dog fails.
Especially
old white males.
To whom I say:
Your day in the sun
Is done. We will now be One
great
People.
In prison. Governed by
the carrot
and
the stick
is all.
But hey -
it’s better than
essential
Liberty.
That is the way
of Chaos. Ours
is the way
of Order.
Of a certain kind
is all.
Snicker.
Snicker.
Now, mind. Or
you will feel
the weight
of our heel
or
our sole.
Take
your pick,
slave.
Behave.
And be quick
about it,
Like a good
idiot.
So,
come in, come in
to our
archipelago.
Everyone’s
a winner!
Just of a
certain
kind
is all;
as
I said.
And you are led
to your
slaughter.
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