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(an off-the-cuff villanelle, kind of by request)

Because we live in a time of pure dread
our future at the mercy of madmen
I worship the awesome god in my head.

Bush kisses his nukes each night before bed
while Cheney cackles away in his den
because we live in a time of pure dread.

With Rudi’s campaign not yet in the red
and Huckabee-ing America’s friend
I worship the awesome god in my head.

McCain wants Asians and Muslims all dead
and crazy Paul raises crazy millions
because we live in a time of pure dread.

While Clinton plays word games, “he said, she said”
so angry, shameless, determined to win
I worship the awesome god in my head.

“I’m perfect,” Obama has never said
appealing instead to the hope within.
Because we live in a time of pure dread,
I worship the awesome god in my head.

(Side note: I hate formal poetry and this is the first time I ever attempted a villanelle. Nice exercise but I still hate the form.)