Lucifer once had a favorite fool that liked to shout “far
Right.” “Far right” sang the clown, ’twas a favorite tune,
He sang it night and day; “far right” sang the clown when
Unions were destroyed, happily and gay; “far right” sang
The clown when the drones did strike and hospitals did
Slaughter; “far right” yelled the clown when books were
Burned and Julian was tortured. Like his hero Paul Revere
He rode a mule sounding the alarm, of a bogeyman that
Would knock down doors and cause fair maidens harm;
Thus, he so brave and with pluck so great would turn night
Into day, beating the depraved white heterosexual males
Who dared not be fey. And one fair morn after a night of
Carnage, the clown was particularly joyous (and with
Enthusiasm boyish, i’faith, for a splendid night of bombing
It had been); dismounting from his noble steed, the fool
Paused at a brook. “Far right! Far right!” yelled the clown
Once more, greeting the birds and trees of the forest.
Washing his visage of the gore, this sullied the sacred
River, until the murky waters vanished and The Eternal
Mirror of Truth did reveal: He was gazing at himself