Ode to Fundamentalism

Just to keep everything equal on all fronts, here's my opinion of fundamentalism.  

It's about as low as that of the occult.

Ode To Fundamentalism

By A.R. Carter

What makes you think

that your genes are so free

to birth nineteen brats

from a great clown car gee!

You're paving this earth

with more and more monkeys,

obligation religion

making armies of flunkies.

You've not one single care

for this world’s refuge shrinking,

manufacturing humans

without even once thinking;

in your church lady dresses

and cellars of food,

with planned Armageddon

the plight of your brood.

It’s enough to make women like me

fume and glower

that people like you

have so much voting power.

And as your thin voices 

raise high in church song,

the nihilist in me 

declares, “Bring it on!”

Elect fools to office 

and nuke the whole world,

bring on the Four Horsemen,

God’s great plan unfurled;

crusade for your oil 

without conscience or pardon

to warm us all up 

with black hydrocarbons.

And to think! I once had 

to look for acceptance

from people like you

just to earn a rank pittance,

And maybe you’ll know 

why I want my big tush

to get off of the planet 

of Mr. George Bush.

When it all ends 

I’m on Alpha Centauri,

with moonberry wine 

and Venusian ditty,

with the trees growing back

with the lakes flowing clean,

with rust overtaking

the last human machine.