The New National Religion
by DCDave

When Connally turned toward Kennedy,
They assure us, believe it or not,
The governor didn't know it,
But he had, himself, been shot
By the famous pristine missile
That produced an amazing result:
It made us a nation of worshippers
In a magical bullet cult.

Now no one can be taken seriously,
Or the keys to real power receive,
Over our great congregation,
If he doesn't pretend to believe.
So you might go for a candidate
Who you think would serve us the best,
But he'll make like a Stygian snowball
If he fails this religious test.

David Martin

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