Partial Birth - Tilt

Shaken baby sucking on the festive decoration

Turning patrotic colors to a purple stain

Dribbling down his belly

He’s the hope of generations

The measure of the damage

We have yet to acertain

Mammoth head of paraffin

Of malleable nature

Pounded with the platitudes

Admissable for use

Pitiful and blundering

A mortifying creature

His neck to too weak to support

The partial birth of truth

Misbegotten inconsolable

The fitting end result

Of his breed

Misbegotten inconsolable

A product of stupidity

And greed

Watch his as his dim eye

Roll back into his head

See him struggling in

His own filth to stand

Irretrievable and overfed

He reaches out

With his desperate little hands