Santorum

i heard his political speech!
the television spared me none of the whip,
and on my back his words
put a lovely red gash where
a bloody pain poured out.
in Santorum whom gods must love,
the simply faithful have found
the Red Sea newly parted;
and with the sound of chariots
echoing from behind,
they give their deepest love
to follow another malicious boy.
without regrets they jostle and jest
and bring me close to unhappiness.
i can not sell my soul to them!