Un joven Marxista peludo
(mejor dicho: tirano barbudo)
también pantaletas –
irónico chiste agudo.
Maldito malandro Guevara
alabado por voz y guitarra,
fue la gran obra-maestra
(pero no de la diestra)
y queda la pata con garra.
A Marxist Messiah named CHE
was mistaken (by night) for the Day.
Bringing light to the masses
(who wore their sunglasses)
the luminance faded away…
The image of CHE on a shirt
always triggers my right to assert
that the crime of the Left
is not property theft,
but Idolatry: blind and overt.
The communist rock-star Ernesto
never dreamed that his mug would be blessed so –
immune to derision.
Would history ever have guessed so?
The militant monogram CHE
was perceived as the herald of day-
from a murderous tyrant
to Christ-like aspirant:
reality withered away.
The annual Darwin Gay Ball
Was a gala occasion for all.
Looked quite ridiculous
Leaning, half-drunk, on the wall.
Zinjanthropus, high on bananas
Uttered forth a long chain of Hosannas.
Although missing a link,
He knew just what to think
And went cruising for greener savannas.
The Cro-Magnons (more agile than Lucy)
Like their hunting and gathering juicy . . .
The mating was prime
And their dance, so sublime,
Could out-monkey the funky Watusi.
‘Twas a lowbrow event; all the same,
Proto-drag-queens competed for fame.
The divine Homo Habilis,
Hairy, but fabulous,
Gave Knuckle-Dragging its name.
Homo Sapiens‘ wisdom has wrecked us
As the Darwinist doctrines infect us.
Knuckle-draggers may dream,
But bonobos now scream
That the winner is: Homo Erectus!
The immaculate Dalai of Lama
was revered as a modern Gautama.
While he discoursed, with mirth
upon karmic rebirth
he reminded us all of his mama.
Lemme axe u dis:
do Haiku thrill the urban
Ruthie Ginsburg is gone, and that’s sad.
Trump will find a replacement to add.
Let us look on and cheer
As appointment draws near;
The progressives now drive themselves mad.
From the ACLU to the Court,
she promoted the right to abort.
You may claim she was God’s
but she seemed, by all odds
more a midwife of murderous tort.
Say goodbye. Now her honor is spent.
A new judge now begins their ascent.
Ruthie’s star has gone dead.
A black hole . . . or a red?
(Only Jesus can say where she went.)