A Poem as Fresh as the New Spring

Something howling in the blood:
The glory of honest hatred acted upon forthrightly!

Picture the brainless consumerists of the Bible Belt
Awrythe in that agony: their recompense most mete.

A springtime of utt'rest death is dawning--
A festival of tornadic devastation, deep and true.

The truly-decent can only give forth a hearty laugh
And mightily continue to chant for the enlightenment
Of those tawdrily outlandish dolts We e're must call
The Rednecked Pharisees of the Red States. . . .

DON'T YOU JUST LOVE A GOOD PARTY?