I Don't Trust Muppets

I don't trust Muppets.
If you examine the concept, casually to start,
What is a Muppet?
A garnished sock that speaks and sings
and spouts its smiley-face philosophy...
With a hand up its ass.
There's a metaphor in there somewhere I'm sure.
Get back to work America,
Everything's fine, under control.
The Muppets will teach your kids
the values you don't have time to.

No eyebrows.
At least none articulable
(if that can be a word)
How without these accents does a Muppet show
Anger?
(So I'm the freak for my rage.)
Fear?-curled lip and shaking fit-
A fist that mocks my frailty.
No not fear, but spastic caricature.
And we laugh.

Kermit and Miss Piggy are in love.
But no Mississippi Massala this.
No old-country parents here-
Who'd prefer the Salad Bowl to Melting Pot.
(Infact, no parents!)
Never an issue he a frog and she a pig!
So what will we call their kid?
A "frig"?
A "pog"?

"It's not easy bein' green."?
Well try being black in America.
Or speak your favorite perversion-
"What've you got against the Muppets?"
Of course that's now how I feel,
I love the Muppets
Senator McCarthy.

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