Barbarians At Bachmann's Gate

So swirly go the young barbarians,
"Where is your leader, Marcus, Shrink of Gays?"
The gatekeeper is quite contrarian,
"The doc's not here, and here you cannot stay."

What next, barbarians undisciplined?
What next, barbarians tersely enjoined?
What next, barbarians bravely within?
What next, so gaily girded head and loin?

Barbarians attack—but not with sword
or club—the waiting room in glitter spray,
a glitter now in carpet shag and board,
a glitter that cannot be prayed away.

And then with Lady Gaga monster claw,
the young barbarians sprightly withdraw.





Washington Post: Marcus Bachmann clinic invaded by 'gay barbarian horde'
video by @CGoHome
2011/08/25: Bachmann Barbarians Flash Mob

placed in Poets United Poetry Pantry #59