On Taking Your Pick

  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.