Partial Birth
Shaken baby sucking on the festive decoration,
Turning patrotic colors to a purple stain,
Dribbling down his belly he's the hope of generations
The measure of the damage we have yet to acertain.
Mammoth head of paraffin of malleable nature,
Pounded with the platitudes admissable for use,
Pitiful and blundering, a mortifying creature,
His neck to too weak to support
The partial birth of truth.
Misbegotten inconsolable,
The fitting end result
Of his breed,
Misbegotten inconsolable,
A product of stupidity
And greed.
Watch his as his dim eye roll back into his head,
See him struggling in his own filth to stand
Irretrievable and overfed,
He reaches out
With his desperate little hands.
Misbegotten inconsolable,
The fitting end result
Of his breed,
Misbegotten inconsolable,
A product of stupidity
And greed.