The Political Poetry of Jenny McCarthy

Jenny’s wearing dead foliage
barely concealing her breasts
her pubic hair

and no foliage on the backside
allowing a nice view
of the crack of her ass.

The sun’s bouncing off her blonde hair
looks like she shaved her legs
this morning,

she’s protesting the war in Iraq,
she’s had enough of the government’s lies.
Men must focus on her thighs,

it is natural, don’t complain,
it is normal, not so formal,
the political poetry you refuse to hear

while she’s sitting on the pot
guarding Berryman’s candies
as the stupid war goes on.