Boobie Culture Shock
(from Fernando Po, U.S.A., America's post-literate retreat to Plato's Cave)

Incessant, gnawing waves of change
Against their shoreline lapped
The Boobies didn’t understand;
They felt alone and trapped
And thus their fragile psyches stretched
And then completely snapped

Fernando Po has come unmoored
From its tectonic plates
By gravity attracted to
Its continental mates
With all of them oblivious
To their collective fates

They thought themselves Olympians
With god-like powers blessed
Upheavals in the Boobie world
Did not leave them impressed
In their entitled atmosphere
Not one of them felt stressed

They lived on gated mountaintops
Above the mundane clouds
Equipped with hired security
To keep the teeming crowds
At bay and working down below
Till death brought them their shrouds

The government served “choices” then,
Like Dick-or-Lyndon’s spam,
And if you didn’t go along
They threw you in the slam
No matter how you voted you
Got more of Vietnam

The worldly man will soon discount,
So Santayana wrote,
Established cult varieties
Of which he’d taken note
Because of their absurdities
And dogmas learned by rote

Their vengeful atavistic cant
Intelligence insults
Their animistic rituals
Produce no known results
But still the Boobies cling to their
Anthropomorphic cults

And Boobies tend to take it hard
When someone sage observes
That sadomasochism tends
To maim the mind it serves
And so it gets precisely the
Contempt that it deserves

But Boobies also close their ears
To that which they should hear
And thus we have the motto that
Caligula held dear:
“I wouldn’t worry; let them hate,
As long as me they fear.”