It’s Sunday and today’s poem by The Bard of Murdock explains that for the progressives, the fun id in the tearing down and once accomplished they become bored. This poem was originally published by the Bard on Saturday, December 15, 2012. Please be dure to read the article linked by the Bard before reading the poem.
And in the end, it comes to this,
The point of perfect liberal bliss:
When all is razed, with nothing more,
The wreckage now is deemed a bore.
Have they not left a single law
To ravage with a loud hurrah?
No regulations to impose?
No point of culture to oppose?
Are there no markets to subdue?
Departments left to slant or skew?
Has every right been laid to waste?
The Constitution been displaced?
It must be so, for when they see
Destruction left from sea to sea,
From every battle fought and won,
They disengage for lack of fun.
For building lies not in their genes,
They have not attitude nor means,
Nor inclination to restore:
Such lowly work is all a bore.
- The Bard of Murdock
- My goal is to produce poetical cartoons. I try to use metaphors and caricatures (or a politician’s own words) to address complex political and social situations. In this way, I sum up current events in humorous verse.