A poem about censorship, raising its ugly head again in America:
Abridge Too Far
With some seriously grievous squares
How do we turn
This censor ship round
With their blank novel arguments
Cons truing
Selective fictions
Partisan death sentences
And even pusillanimous no’ing
Of God forbid, periods…
A warped wink to half the pupils
In trap
Buy some ill literacy
Poor tending to be
Men of letters
Erasing the L
From some pubic library system
And some educators
Giving F’s
Like “they” are going out of style
In a feckless whirled
A jihad sponsored by Q
Who will pay the accost
Flooding spent levies
Whitewashing dues
Pay
Know tension
Too The Man™
Behind
The iron curtain
[Red “scare”]
The import of fine
Due you
Really mean
Librarians?!
They thought police
Be deviled by cop you late
Somehow superior to apprehending
Frayed of most anything with a spine
Like Fox™ in a chicken house
Running in circles with their write wing
Craven for the fewed
In gendering their junk views
As love making
A breed of black lists
And bleeping facts of life
Banning every dinky obscenity posed
Lock stock and barrel
Is holy
Up to snuff
As is
A parochial canon
Or loco ordnance
Throwing the book at
Is parently
The same deference
Chop-chop
Weather riot or wrong
The klan is really booking
Running with scissors
Awe sides calling out
“Cut it out!”
