How to cook a Fascist Pig

The best way to cook a fascist pig

Is to first skin him of his bigoted rind

To be crispened from its obsequious leather

To a crackling

Stuff his cavity with the herbs of discontent

A garni of knowledge, education and a dash of common sense

To dispense the stench of discrimination

It will still reek

Render his prejudice in the fat of insurrection

In a constant, unebbing violence of reproach

His innards need no special treatment

A fascist pig has no heart

Mask his bias with a peppering of revolution

And fistfuls of rebellious spices

Impale him over coals of kindred spirits

In colleges of humanity

The meat shall taste a little like feces

Held down best with a 90 of the strongest spirit

Behind a curtain, the more things change, 

The more they stay the same