PERSONA NONGRATA!/NOW THAT TAKES A LOTTA/HYPOCRISY...TO ME

My poem to Gunter

Dear Gunter,

As a gesture of support to another person smeared by the Zionist propaganda machine I offer a poem. It's not a deep neoclassical disquisition, or a pensive meditation...it's more of a non-postmodern chin-up to a good guy and truth-teller.

Best,

Rick Congres

When the truth makes its arrival/the Israelis cry "blood libel."

It seems that the killers of children have sensitive ears/they cry in their beers
over the mention of unapproved facts

To criticize the Jewish state is heretical/downright antisemetical/especially a German/they are all Nazi vermin/but that's ok so long as they keep their mouth on vacation/and pay reparations/ but no, not Gunter!

It's a tough job running a Jewish democracy/getting attacked for hypocrisy/but how can you keep a place ethnically pure anyway/when the five and a half million won't go away?

If you knew what Vannunu, you'd be clued/Israel's got international-inspection- exempted A-bombs by the ton/ready to drop on anyone/just for fun?/who knows?

Suppose the Minister of Inferior detects/poor Gunter, that old derelict/trying to sneak around the wall/but Israel's high tech/they'd surely ID that crusty old Kraut/and shout/"Hey Gunter keep off the Grass!"