America opted not to take the nuclear option that was Sarah Palin; in case anybody thinks this poem is no longer relevant, she - at least - thinks that Palin 2012 has a ring about it. Lest we forget, this is called
 

Evil Winks at the Camera

 

Evil winks at the camera

I betcha, doggone ya

A hideous malfunction of the American dream

And I don’t want to sound like I’m preaching or nothing

But she don’t read the papers cos she don’t

Know what they mean.

 

Go get guns for your children

In pink – cos that’s cool –

Give ‘em helluva lot of fun

On a hard day at school,

 

But don’t abort the foetus,

It’s the only method of killing

That we Republicans oppose;

 

And if daddy got his dirty hands there first

 

What the fuck were you doing

Looking at your daddy like that anyway

You fucking slut of twelve year old,

S’Just not right.

Just not right.

 

God wants you to have that baby.

 

Hear that fear in my voice?

That’s our freedoms talking,

Our democracy,

Our respect for women's rights.

 

You want my vote?

You gonna have to fuck me,

Larry’s sure got that right.

 

You want my vote?

You gonna have to wink

Like some goddamn porn star

Like you’re on your knees

In the Oval office

(Bill: imagine that!)

 

Do that thing you do gov’nor,

Drill baby, drill,

You just love choking

Don’t cha?

Don’t cha?

Got that white flag up yet?

Just a beat away, baby,

Just a beat away,

Just a beat.

 

And I like the way on that TV debate thing

You were struggling to give equality to those homos,

You could just tell really you wanted

To have the shit kicked outta them –

And their fucking ceremonies,

Your non-support for anything

But a traditional definition of love.

 

Get yourself elected, we’ll finish the job for you lady,

Joe Six-Pack, soccer moms –

Darn right it was the predators;

 

Cos you’re all for Job Creation

And Job Creation

And Job Creation,

That means you’re for us,

Not against us,

And John fought for us,

So we know he’s cool.

 

Not like that black guy

Palling around with fucking terrorists.

 

And you’d better save something for the old guy, too,

Sarah, cos you’re so fucking hot,

You’re so fucking hot – Yeah!

Just one beat, one pained expression

On his seventy two year old face

And you'd 've been:

President Palin.

 

Now that would make me cum.