An Ode to Glenn Beck
Back when the universe was like a three-layered cake,
We could rob, rape and plunder with impunity
Then, be knighted for murder like Sir Francis Drake.
That ole time religion is good enough for me,
When only dead Negroes hung from my family tree.
And if they talked back, you could visit 'em at their wake—
Just remembering those days, my old bones begin to ache.
That ole time religion is good enough for me