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!
Our election, the ballots reveal,
Was a farce and a fix and a steal.
It’s a kangaroo court–
Your attention span’s short;
But the liars continue to squeal.
The Capitol gig was no riot…
Over half of the nation won’t buy it.
Two summers before,
We had riots galore—
But the media-mongers deny it.
All the video cameras reveal
That the 6th was a minor ordeal.
They walked calmly inside;
It’s a shame Ashley died,
But it’s not like they stormed the Bastille…
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Illegitimate Biden: he’s fake.
And his vote-counters all on the take.
Though no justice prevails,
We can stroke the cold scales
Of this doddering dangerous snake.
In the last act of Klownworld: our fate
Is a bozo for new head-of-state.
We deserve it, this curse,
As he builds back what’s worse—
When he could make America great.
Dark matter that dwells in black holes
is still subject to cosmic controls.
It opposes the light
and can never be right
but there’s lots of it left in our souls.
Extinguishing all that is bright
darkness flows, to invade with the night,
overtaking the towns.
overthrowing the crowns
of the powers that reign in the light.
Although darkness will claim I offend,
I’ll use verse as my means toward an end:
it’s OK to see light . . .
it’s OK to to be right
(if there’s anything left to defend).
PROMPT #11: write a poem about a very large thing (the universe)