If not an apology, at least a disclaimer to anyone who finds the following poem inflammatory: I’ve never been very good at turning the other cheek when it comes to offensive platforms, and I think that extreme statements can justify extreme responses. Whether you’re incensed or enthusiastic, feel free to leave your own response in the comments.
All hail Rick Santorum
He’s Christian to the core-um:
Theocracy allures ‘im
So America’s his forum.
In the mind of Rick Santorum,
We’re mothers or we’re whore-ums.
Even spouses: he implores ‘em:
Condoms? Shouldn’t've worn ‘em.
Rights to privacy? He ignores ‘em.
He loves pre-suffrage lore-um.
US women are a quorum:
We won’t have Rick Santorum.
The illustration above is snitched from my earlier post, Love and Togetherness in the Age of Santorum.
I used to maintain a feature called the weekly poem, but real life intervened and I don’t have enough juice left after meeting my deadlines to publish a poem every week. Henceforth the poetry feature on Alaina Mabaso’s Blog will be more appropriately known as The Sporadic Poem.