Wild in the Streets

Those crazy Wisconsinites
From Madison to Green Bay
They’re getting ready
The signs are up; protests continue

Bikers now pump their tires full
Those who walk are re-Scholling their shoes
Unions are getting out the vote
Churches are getting out the vote

Raging Grannies are getting out the vote
College students are getting out the vote
The handicapped are all accessible:
Teachers, farmers, union rank and file

Families on public assistance
People whose jobs were cut to give fat cats tax breaks
Women in general
(Hell, he doesn’t discriminate, he hates ALL of us)

Governor Doofus. Dumber than a sack of rocks.

We’re jumping in the pool
We’re jamming the polling places
We’re ready to make our stand
We’re gonna tell the Koch Brothers that

WISCONSIN IS NOT FOR SALE.

And when we’re done, we’ll meet
on State Street for some local brew
Scott Walker, start packing now
Save us the embarrassment of evicting you

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For Sunday Scribblings (‘wild’) and for Poetic Bloomings, asking for poems based on a movie title.

“Wild in the Streets” is a cult classic about a pop star who eventually gets into politics.  Once he’s president, he mandates things like putting people in nursing homes on LSD.  It’s a true stinker, but the title was perfect for how some Tea Party members from other state view us, as we strive to get the incompetent man pictured above out of our everyday lives.  Teabaggers still don’t get that they have been co-opted by the Brothers Koch, who pull all the strings and want to privatize schools and end reproductive freedoms.  Silver-spoon trust fund babies; never really had to work because Daddy left them everything!