poems 2 rock your soul by Rick Perry

every night i get down on my knees and
thank the lord jesus for the good fortune he has
blessed upon me
i praise his name and ask him to bless my
campaign to be president
of this christian nation

and all the while he mocks me!

he steals the name of government agencies
from the tip of my tongue and
he tricks me into believing there
are only eight judges on the supreme
court
(i get planets and supreme court justices confused)

but now he’s really gone and done it
with this commercial he asked me to make
about the fags and the non-believers
no one told me about youtube
or that my chief pollster was a homo
after all he helped write the ad
and on top of everything it turns out that pretty music
i so dearly love
was written by a flaming homo jewish composer
and my suede jacket is the same one like in that movie about
the cowboys light in the boots
and i just have to wonder
dear mister jesus
what did i ever do to deserve this mistreatment?

i gave my life over to you
and i preach intolerance in your name
and if i become president i’m gonna cut social programs
for the needy
and give tax breaks
to the rich
and continue to execute retards

wait

um

never mind

out at my ranch
in the godawful
heat of the sodomite
summer
drinking iced tea
with ralph reed
and praying
for rain

“it’s a
face right out
of central casting,”
ralph was laughing
at me
as we discussed a
possible candidacy

now

i’ve hired the
“michael bay
of political ad men”
to do my propaganda

the
jesus vote
in my back pocket

and the wheels of
the bus
are spinning

but
the drought
it’s safe to say
continues