Skeltonic

Caribou Barbie Shoots to Kill

If Palin wins
and sweetly grins
I’m out of here
to the stratosphere.
I’ll buy you a beer
to take me away
across the border;
I can’t afford her
ruining my name,
a woman the same
as her, but not—
I know it’s hot
from global warming,
not God’s love forming
a giant hug.
So pull the rug
from under her feet
before we eat
the marrow and meat
of caribou
that look just like you!