Dream of a Counter-Rush

by flammeusgladius

Dream of a Counter-Rush


They tried to push a leftist Rush for years.
They propped up every kind of idiot
They could imagine. Didn’t help one bit:
All efforts led to failure – and to tears.
In calculating skulls, the latest gears
Were turning, lubed with thick progressive spit.
The end result was always simply shit.
Impotently, the Left shook plastic spears.
That’s why they had to get their insults in
When cancer slammed the door on Rush’s reign.
Awash in imbecility and sin,
In agony from self-inflicted pain,
They knew Rush played a game they couldn’t win—
Wherever he might tie one-half his brain.


–Tom Riley


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