Progressive Poison and its Antidote

by Garth Kirkwood

We’re the architects of our own demise,
Political correctness most unwise,
A blanket thrown over our words and thought
Squelching our ardor, implying we’re caught
For some infraction not defined as proper
For good little boys and girls. Call the copper
To herd us. Fear the label of racist bigot
Spewing from mouths of skittish mouthpiece spigots
To cower those who have the brazen gall
To agree with Donald: “Build the Goddamn Wall!”