Dog Whistle Politics


Ladies and Gentlemen our presentation
will begin promptly at the equinox
or solar eclipse,
whichever occurs first. Meanwhile,
our lovely attendants shall attempt to guess
your exact atomic weight.

Place your wagers, and remember, it’s all for charity.

We are, it should come as no surprise, permeable
membranes, permitting entrance if presented
hospital flowers, semi-wilted, in a rusted
George Washington plug tobacco tin.

That last bouquet was useless, got no one absolutely no where.

We request your quiet attention; this is
after all a one-way valve, (unless we specify otherwise),
only having traffic with:
criminals,
madmen,
little children,
loose women,
spiritual types of all stripes,
arty-farty boho folks, and faithless dogs
named Freedom.

At our intermission we shall be serving complimentary hors d’oeuvres –

turpentine cocktails,
grist for the mill,
free lunches,
amnesia,
finger sandwiches
(made from actual fingers!),
and a quaint little pasta
with a piquant sauce
concocted
from your deepest fears.