HOWL 2

(May 7, 2010)

If you left your heart in San Francisco,

You’re due for a big fat surprise.

It’s now just  a city that's so-so,

Or even one  you ought to despise.

Once you could hear English spoken,

And “minorities” were charmingly minor.

Now everything’s shoddy and broken,

Like it’s made by a Third World designer.

The white folks are terribly sheepish,

As they slowly lose numbers and clout.

They like to believe they have free speech.

But just try it and you will be out.

We’re supposed to be wild for Diversity,

Whether they be assets or the worst kind of rabble.

It really takes a gift for perversity

To celebrate the Tower of Babel.

They used to come here and gave more than they siphoned.

And they left their old baggage back there.

Now you’re no longer a Yank but are hyphened,

And the US of A is an AT of M in need of repair.

The Latins continue their Conquest,

For the Pope, their ten kids, and machismo.

You wish they would give it a rest

And once in a while just say “Jeez, no!”

Sure, they work on your lawns and in day care.

They look after your kids and your shit.

But it needs to be noted, just to be fair,

They also commit crimes others don’t want to commit.

And the “homeless” aren’t really helping.

More likely they’re clueless, they’re drunk, or they’re drugged.

When they’re not crapping in public, they’re yelping

And so aggressive you feel like you’re mugged.

And instead of getting them helpers,

Like any of the other so-called disabled,

The city just puts them in shelters,

And keeps them forever enabled.

Black men are troubled with traumas.

Their women often carry the day.

Very few of the men are Obamas,

And he’s a middle-class white anyway.

Now blacks pick on the Asians.

They think they are weak and will wilt.

But they’d better watch who they’re hazin’.

Cuz the Asians ain’t got any white guilt.

The Asians study, but are cruel to their food.

And they think only of family and heirs.

Alone they’re not bad; in a crowd they are rude.

And look out, ye tigers, ye rhinos, and bears!

And the Muslims lurk in their stores

And they sulk and wait for their turn.

When Sharia law finally soars

And the godless will finally burn!!

Please God, don’t send us more Haitians!

The Russians we have here are nasty and crude.

The crackers, the hill-bullies, and militias,

We have plenty enough of that brood!

The gays of course keep on with their mateys.

The young ones seem particularly frisky.

The dumb ones have forgotten the AIDties,

And engage in sex anal and risky.

Straight teenagers keep fighting their acne

And dancing and dating for days.

Not one of them thinks his issues are hackneyed,

And they love to hate on the gays.

They say the Big One is coming

And will destroy so many lives.

But the angels, I think, will be humming,

If this poem is all that survives.