“The right thing to do is pray in moments like this.” – Paul Ryan
Camille reads moronic responses
to the latest assault weapon slaughter,
implores the goddess
to intercede, impose sanity,
vaporize clueless males.
She is fed up with
who fail to comprehend automatic guns
capable of mowing down hundreds
had not been invented
when the constitution was written.
Camille fantasizes a sea of white,
Republican men on their knees,
begging to be spared as she smiles,
presses the trigger of her AK-47,
targets hypocrisy, drops them like flies.