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?