A poem, by Johnny Vector.
Morass of Nastiness
There’s a morass of nastiness well on the way,
From peyote to peeing, it’s coming to stay.
We said it would give you the freedom to pray,
Oh thank you so much for the RFRA.
It may have at first seemed like Truman Quixote:
Trying to legalize taking peyote.
But for logic, religion is most antidotey.
So excuse me if now I’m a little bit gloaty.
We made it all happen, we got us some laws
To make sure you never get out of our claws.
Keep away from our bathrooms and lunch counters, cause
We’re putting this country back, just like it was.
There’s an army of lawyers with claims to seek who
Have a living to earn, and some harm to wreak too.
With their war-cry of “Freedom!” they’ll help to keep you
From having to deal with LBGTQ.
But wait, that’s not all; we’re preparing a bill
(Which we know that the libs will be trying to kill)
To remind you that sex is a dangerous thrill,
We’re going to prevent you from taking the pill.
There’s a morass of nastiness well on the way,
A bit evil, for sure, but we’re happy to say
That it isn’t our freedom we’re taking away
With the ever-expansionist RFRA.
























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