“chaos of thought and passion all confused” – Alexander Pope, “An Essay on Man”
Here’s me reading my satirical poem on the Capitol Insurrection at Chico Feo’s Singer/Songwriter Soapbox 18 January 2021.
Here’s the text of the poem:
Loose Cadences for Loose Cannons: A Capitol Insurgent Doggerel Taxonomic Commode Ode
The fever swamps of the radical right
Teem with an abundance of exotic wildlife,
A vast array of various species
Thriving on a regimen of bovine feces.
Look! A QAnon Shaman, bare-chested, toting a spear,
Sporting a smile instead of a sneer,
Stomping around the Capitol wreaking havoc
Fueled by a diet that’s 100% organic.
Then there’s the less colorful Klete Keller,
Who looks to be a regular sort of fellow,
Tall, wholesome-looking, clean-cut, strong of jaw,
A gold-medal winner on the wrong side of the law.
Off duty cops, insurance agents, adjunct professors
Among the herd of headweak aggressors,
A motley crew: CEOs, politicians, welders, sailors,
Some dwelling in mansions, others in trailers,
And militia men galore, bearded, cosplaying Rambo,
Their lingua franca crazy batshit mumbo jumbo,
All exhibiting a disdain for natural selection,
Maskless as they swarm to overthrow the election,
Recording their crimes with selfies and live streams
Taking self-incrimination to ridiculous extremes.
Yet when the FBI arrives to initiate their torment,
They whine and say, “I was just caught up in the moment.”
Like I said, the fever swamps of the radical right
Teem with an abundance of exotic wildlife.