Let’s hear it for our gay and black Republican friends
And Republican women – who all must do logical bends
To rationalize why they’re part of – alas –
A party who treats them like they’re second-class
Give it up for these Republican step-children
Blacks, women, and gays – it’s bewilderin’
That they’re part of this party of white men
This party run by some real not too bright men
I’m not sure even Sigmund could tell ‘em
What goes on in their own cerebellum
Do you all feel a deep need for self-flagellation?
That you’re part of this bunch defies imagination
Is it maybe you all have the Syndrome Stockholm-y
“Please kick me again all around the block homie?”
Have you divined Republicans are all for minorities
And your needs are all future Republican priorities?
They’ve given no evidence this is the case
To the contrary mostly they’ve spat in your face
Maybe Freud could figure out why you would stay
In a party that treats you in this shoddy way
Are you each every one of you so many masochists
To keep absorbing the blows from all their impassive fists?
What allows you to be treated as if you’re the dregs
To be wiped off like something that runs down their legs?
Are you so out to lunch while in such denial
To be loyal while so dissed by the right rank and file
Do you really believe that one day you’ll be
A fully fledged member of this closed fraternity
( Bachmann and Palin and Coulter and such
Aren’t real women – they’re real out-of-touch
With women today and what real women need
It’s never been truer –that only women bleed)
If you’re a woman, and/or black or you’re gay
How can you let yourself be treated this way
Denied basic rights – denied any say
Denied your humanity –and yet you stay?
What goes on in your heads that allows disconnection
From all that you see upon any inspection
From any sane answer to any sane question
Or is asking a question too daft a suggestion?
And better to just keep your head in the sand
Pretending Republicans do understand
How you must feel inside when dismissed so outright
By this party which might’ve once sent you out an invite
But has since become hijacked by our own Taliban
Pious and rigid and mean-spirited to a man
Unyielding to any not made in their image
And locked up in their sanctimonious scrimmage
With science, or fact, or nature, and worse
None of it matters – just chapter and verse
So help me make sense of why you still insist
On staying at this party – I can promise you this
The clock’s tolling midnight – there’s no prince’s kiss
Leave now, don’t worry – just your vote will be missed.
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