Savage Rap

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    Savage Rap

    I come home in the evening looking forward to
    a little relaxation, maybe conversation,
    but what I get is vituperation.
    Vituperation is sustained bitter railing
    and condemnation.
    It's Michael, Michael Savage on the radio
    pandering to the fearful makes his ratings grow,
    Do you believe your own words
    or is it all about the numbers?
    Purveyor of hate, while reason slumbers.
    Even George Bush is too liberal for you
    and as for women you may like a few,
    who stay in the kitchen and don't speak their minds.
    You sure don't like the educated kind.
    Radioman thrives on hate-filled rants,
    taking calls from the sycophants.
    Tearing down anyone who disagrees
    and doesn't want to live in a Savage Nation.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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