Once slammed shut,

contrary ideas

lay crushed at the neck,

permanently trapped

in the archives of the brain

No fact, no logic, no experience,

pry back the fatal blow

Reality rots in place

Stench fades to sweet

The trap resets

on automatic to catch

new analogs of life

before they scamper past

At the bang of an iron bar

the moon becomes blue

Black folk have monkey brains

Brownkind can’t control lust

Welfare types only want to loot

the working classes

Beware the jew, ragheads, gooks,

science labs, GMOs, telescopes

It’s written in the Old Testament,

on the internet,

about floods, Moses, lightning bolts,

snakes, UFOs, demons and plots

In the attic