The cults line up
on their respective
sides of the sand
to send curses
back and forth
while those of us
with a semblance
of sanity remaining
just shake our heads
and wish for a pox
on both of their houses
The fools
dressed in blue
shake their fists
and rage righteous
as the fools
garbed in red
grab their stones
and start slinging
You’re a mark!
You’re a rube!
You’re a dunce!
You’re a tool!
You’re a scam!
You’re a cheat!
You’re a liar!
You’re a mule!
They shriek
and they scream
from one side
to the other
but what they fail
to realize
is that they might as well
be spitting
in a mirror
Crooked as hell
and immoral as The Beast
these two parasitic groups
are both broken wings
of an eagle
nosediving
toward abyss