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The Call of the Politically Correct Shepherd to his Nymph
(with apologies to Christopher Marlowe, who is a Dead White
European Male and therefore unworthy of study)
Come live with me and we shall be politically correct
We'll walk among the spotted owls and every rare insect
We'll not cheer for sporting teams whose names mock our forebearers
Or consort with other than the original fur-wearers
No toxic fission
No fossil fuels
No polyester
No grades in schools
Come live with me within the old-growth forest near the seas
Where the dolphins all are safe and swim through nets with ease
Where the union label grows in our greenhouse-gas-free dome
And the rain forest stretches out beyond our race-normed home
No fatty oils
No silicone
No ever-present
Cellular phones
We'll be perfectly tolerant of all (as if we cared!)
And we'll hope that we won't be procreationally impaired
And when we have politically correct young girls and boys
They'll play in their cloth diapers with our recycled toys
They'll get their truths from
Old bitter men
And never think nor learn
Less they offend.
Kevin M. Loney 1992.
May not be rebroadcast without the express written consent of the
Baltimore Orioles and Major League Baseball.
(From the "Rest" of RHF)
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