Bill Donohue vs Hitchens at C&L
O! To believe we are alone!
Place her deeds upon the ground
and the children smile upon them! Race to her side,
their hunger smiling upon the air!
Hands out, eager to accept her truth.
Hands out, smiling for their sustenance.
Hands out, hoping she is their god.
Foolish it may be to hope her a miracle,
foolish it may be to think she’s not.
O! To believe we are alone!
With power’s hunger exorcizing our children’s hope,
with war’s thirst swilling all the rain,
with man’s greed consuming all the air,
must it be a battle of faith to see this;
the world’s offspring reaching, palms up,
their hunger then smiling?
O! To believe we are alone!
Where is your faith in man,
beneath the mist of your untold agony?
Where is your faith in man,
prostrate beneath the dictator’s forsaken glory?
Where is your hope?
O! To be or believe we are alone!
Contemptuous old fools!
No faith in humanity,
unbelieving of anything greater than yourselves,
your tongues move with the same empty prayer!
Shhhteady your drunking hand Hitchens,
You dishhhturbed and inebriated curmudgeon!
Crowding the sun to let shhhlip your blather
Your stupendoushhhly-shhhlurred tongue on Iran;
A safe bet! A sure thing! An easy plunder!
No matter how much you shhhlur`n drumble,
No matter how hypocritically you totter
You go and shhhqueeze one off `bout Mahmoud
Drabbling on `bout know-nothing “bupkishhh”
“Who want’s a-”! “Satanic”! “Lies”! “Messhhhiah”!
Swilling on `bout World War Three bullshishhht!
Who, Mr. Hitchens, is looking for a war here?
You! You! You belligerent useshhhless mishhhfit!
You, Mr. Hitchens, are looking for a shhhkirmish!
A bump! A shot! A lift of your red-cheeked eshhhteem!
You blathering-ego-maniacal-vacillating-shhhlurring-twit!
You miserably, and idiotically, launched a saucy war!
You fired your toxshhhic close-range dirty-bomb finger
In hopes the children would just shut up and lishhhten!
Abshhhorb your shhhlurrr-filled drivel of Armageddon!
In hopes that the weak-kneed would shriek in terror
And shhhtand agape at your schhhtupified shhhtumbling!
(World War Three comes and you’ll need your sauce
To lick wobbling pejorative upon the ignorant schhhlups
Waiting in droves to hear your shhhilly shhhlurred schtick!)
You're a shhhtumbling, shhhlurring, schhhnockered clown!
Do usshh all a favor and just shhhut the "middle-finger" up!
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