Better Dead Than Red Poem by Thunderstorm Lullaby

I hear the man on the TV.
In his fancy designer suit,
he speaks at me.
'Better Dead than Red, '
starts his rant to the masses.
'if you can't see that, then you surely need glasses.'
I can only imagine,
the janitor's sigh
for he makes just enough
so that he doesn't die.
Or the cameraman's chuckle,
as he tightens his buckle
for his money feeds his kids tonight.
'Yep, better Dead than Red,
if you don't know that, than you're sick in the head.'