Doodles on a cocktail coaster
Moustache on a George Bush poster
Cartoons were how my pals and me
Unwound at night in NYC
We dreamed of getting paid to draw
A fading dream each time we saw
True artists fill a square with ink
That made you smile and made you think
But what a strange and heinous time
Murder and cartoon share my rhyme
Tragic and senseless all agree
But something has occurred to me
The artists in our magazines
Seek out the humor in our genes
The quirks, the traits, our basic flaws
Are simple truths that give us pause
Others draw with a sharper pen
Ridiculing women and men
In cartoons judging them absurd
For following their Prophet’s word
It’s time to drop the poison pens
And vow all hateful drawing ends
Let’s make our squares inclusive space
That reunites the human race
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