Now, Trayvon is a pawn in that tired old song,
Let’s keep America’s race war on
(apparently, Rod, we CAN’T all get along).
Red Staters bait on fatherless criminal packs,
Though the Martins were married, employed and fully intact.
So respectable in fact they sought bourgeois immunity
In the questionable safety of a gated community.
Working, praying, eating their vittles
Til lamentably, household had a shortage of Skittles.
America varies its customs, from bodegas to Seders
Sunshine Staters shoot first and ask questions later.
Faithful Sharpton’s been carpin’ for Zimmerman’s hind
(Spike Lee apparently has lost his frickin’ mind).
Handgun control might hassle Jeb B’s militia vassals.
Hey, learn to wrassle to defend your castle.
Otherwise I conclude only retroactive abortion
To stop trigger-happy brain-stem distortions.
POSTED BY THE SCURRILOUS PAMPHLETEER AT 3:35 AM