Hail To The (Rat) Chef Poem by Kevin Patrick II

Dining with tigers in white stars and stripes
The tanned maître d serves a flag of full hype
Beguiling carnivores in the trimmings of pomp
As they lay their knives out in gold nested swamps
Fresh appetizers in the tired and poor
Arrive on the platter as mincemeat galore
Solipsistic sadist enjoy the free stew
When the rich make the menu and the menu is you

Now Liberty kneels with her head in a vise
The Brown shirt waiters put her tongue in cold ice
Septuagenarians lick their mouths for fresh meat
baby boom vultures main course is the weak
Minorities, cripples and the tender young pray
Always well mannered in whomever they slay
Champaign democrats toast their patrons requests
Consorting with showmen as the grand viziers guests

The clansmen arrive with fresh reservations Invited by blue bloods without hesitation The middle class watch and stare at their plates conversing in small talk while avoiding their fate As a new trail of tears spreads on Amerika The eagle has landed with swastikas In a nation that birthed its godfather crooks Comes a rat of a chef, and the world is now cooked