POEM: The would-be pro-life activist

A bit of doggerel for this post. I'm having major writer's block, so anything is good right now.






I want to say things that are taboo.
Will you allow me to?

I want to be revolutionary
But will ask permission
In order to set forth
My personal vision.

I’ll try not to be too shrill
Or make you ill
And not say things that you won’t believe
About abortion, condoms
Or the Pill.

I wouldn’t want my credibility
In tatters. After all,
that’s what matters
The ability to be taken
seriously
By my cultural
Enemy.

Alas, there is no point.
Why get out of joint?
I could stay home and
Be as effective
And spare myself
All the invective.

If none of the networks will listen to me
I might as well just
Let it Be.

Why in the world would I waste my time
In trying to make
Abortion a crime?