Politically Correct Twelve Days of Christmas
On the 12th day of the Eurocentrically imposed midwinter festival, my
potential-acquaintance-abuse-survivor gave to me,
TWELVE males reclaiming their inner warrior through ritual drummin
ELEVEN pipers piping (plus the 18-member pit orchestra made up of
members in good standing of the Musicians Equity Union as called for in
their union contract even though they will not be asked to play a
note...)
TEN melanin-deprived testosterone-poisoned scions of the patriarchal
ruling class system leaping,
NINE persons engaged in rhythmic self-expression,
EIGHT economically disadvantaged female persons stealing
milk-products from enslaved Bovine-Americans,
SEVEN endangered swans swimming on federally protected wetlands,
SIX enslaved fowl-Americans producing stolen nonhuman animal
products,
FIVE golden symbols of culturally sanctioned enforced domestic
incarceration, (NOTE: after a member of the Animal Liberation Front
threatened to throw red paint at my computer, the calling birds, French hens and
partridge have been reintroduced to their native habitat. To avoid
further animal-American enslavement, the remaining gift package has been
revised.)
FOUR hours of recorded whale songs,
THREE deconstructionist poets,
TWO Sierra Club calendars printed on recycled processed tree
carcasses.
And a Spotted Owl activist chained to an old-growth pear tree.
Season's Greetings!!!
