Some Fifty Shades of Gray - A Poem by Tom Graffagnino

by Tom Graffagnino

There Ms. Richards sat and stammered

While perverting wrong and right.

Through the hemming and the hawing,

Dark impersonated light.

If the babies were not dying

By the millions in her graft,

We might roll our eyes and chuckle,

We might simply stare and laugh.

But instead we watched in horror

As she swore abortion saves,

While ignoring at the same time

Sixty million tiny graves.

And then, (bless her heart), she ventured

Into deeper water still,

Claiming those aren’t human beings

That they burn alive to kill.

Then we saw Cecile pretending

That those big bucks rolling in

Were not “profits” worth discussing…

In the world of liberal spin.

“Excess revenue” she called it,

Just blood money gone astray…

Like a Lamborghini Hedge Fund

For the bonuses they pay.

And those mammograms you heard of?

Well, they’re few and far between…

Like, ya know…er... non-existent…

“Women’s health”, like, in your dreams.

Killing babies is a small part

Of the very good we do!

We can help you crunch those numbers,

If you’d really like us to.

Yes, we’ve grown adept at “crunching”

As I’m sure by now you’ve heard….

It’s one way we’re saving lives, sir.

We're Progressives undeterred.

Yep, we’re way up in the millions

In the numbers crunching game,

But no sweat, we save the organs

For a cool financial gain.

* * *

In a culture mostly pagan

Stuff like this is no big deal,

We’re not really into “shame” now,

We’re just into "touchy-feel".

Twisted logic is now normal,

True Morality’s passe,

We’ve exchanged all black and whites, man,

For some fifty shades of gray.