‘A Rant’: A Poem by Reid McGrath

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A Rant

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I.

Pay for a surrogate to birth you a kid.
Feed it on formula falsely construed.
Drop it in daycare for hours on end;
shunt it to public-school where it’s imbued

with half-truths of History and little lies
fostered by doctors deluded or dumb.
The Mission: to keep it vegetablized—
perpetually sucking Society’s thumb.

Burdened with debt and no practical skills,
renting and loafing the weekends goodbye,
depressed and diseased the ephemeral thrills
dampen and darken and mildew and die.

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II.

Or you can find a fecund little wife:
who loves you with all of her soul and her heart
a sourdough savage—wielding a knife—
a real renegade: devout and stalwart.

Delivering babies without any drugs
and suckling them on the milk of her breast,
homeschooling heroes and not whiney thugs;
and this is what, friends, will rescue the West.

Raised in the School of Beauty and Truth,
of Faith and Reason and farming and fun,
hunting and fishing and learning their tooth
might get knocked out but they’ll never be done…

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Reid McGrath lives and writes in the Hudson Valley Region of New York.