I don’t want to be called to account by my descendant
For having neglected the First Amendment.
There is no room in the American Dream
For a place to punish those who blaspheme.
If anything, we take great pride
In being able to deride,
Mock, scorn, spoof and satirize
Even words considered wise
By those who then would look askance
As we proceed to drop our pants,
Mooning sanctimonious faces,
Loosing needlessly strait laces.
Let’s be crude and rude and unattractive
So long as we don’t stand inactive,
Allowing our rights to atrophy,
Leaving posterity a little less free.
UPDATE: Let’s you think I am exaggerating, watch this video: