Justice for Jasmine

Jasmine, just, jaded the jock in her box

all Chris Christie heard was, “Jack-in-the-Box”

the elephants don’t know juniper from Jupiter

it, only, makes them forget they’re stupider

and justifiably jittery because of the re-aligning

of her juxtaposing ideologies undermining

her values, even, a joker like Chris knows

ideas pushed on you are too stupid to propose

the fat from our defense can’t carry its own weight

anyone with intelligence knows the real debate

poor Jasmine, it will (only) get worse for you

the GOP fell hard when I cursed their entire crew

I watch for Jasmine’s affect, hoping I’m not too late

her idea fell flat on its face trying to sprint out the gate

an expressive-less expression says she knew it would happen

liberals (like me) felt her pain while his party sat laughin'

let me clarify, exactly, what kind of an unkind party

I’m talking about who have shown the world wholeheartedly

the entire right side was right when they judged

her as a jackass-elephant who won’t hold a grudge

she’s not the first power-junkie to get ganked

by this group of old fucks who collectively yanked

her into their circus made up of insane clowns

but they don’t attract juggalos whenever they’re in town

like vampires, they love “new blood” so they surround

Jasmine with negativity and every one of their old parts

girl, you best watch out for dust if one of them farts

they’re private parts are conjoined like Siamese twins

strapped jocks (only) pitch and catch, public stupidity wins

the gang-bang chain is only as strong as the leakiest link

she’s nose blind to the older, moldier, elephant stink

she gets their dust in her eyes, missed them filling their trunks
they collect each others’ skeletons, they never keep junk

by the time she figured out she was their newest of tools

there wasn’t a thing she could do except follow their rules

if it was my face they jizzzed on, after jerking each other off,

I’d grab up some sharp weapons before they went soft

a machete in my left hand, a samurai sword in my right

like Jet Li, spinning nun chucks, swinging them as I fight

my machete severs the cocks off every pitcher

leaving them stuck in the ass of each catcher

the razor, sharp sword slices off every elephant’s trunk
which, in actuality, were no bigger than their junk

their skeletons, kept, spill out onto the ground

the Jiu Jitsu, I use, proves I’m not fucking around

GOP, tea party or libertarian, it's irrelevant now

they all look like elephants when being “put down”

all their secrets got service then brought to the surface

by a tree-hugging, liberal ninja with a grudge and a purpose

the majority of them claim to be good Christians

while they show prejudice that goes beyond racism

condemning women who have to make a tough decision

to terminate a pregnancy for more than one reason

hating gay people who won’t hide in closets like them
when most of them get "outed" over and over again

they’re incapable of telling the truth about most things

the biggest lie they tell is that they’re decent human beings

don’t bother trying to make sense from any of their shit

it’ll make you crazy trying to understand a hypocrite

I don’t worry about it since I castrated half of them

the other half will die off, remember they’re old men

getting rid of these narrow-minded fucks was refreshing

Jasmine asked, “What’d you do?" I replied, “Ethic Cleansing”

©April 2015 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas