Irony by Nate Amadon

This is irony in the 21st century.
If I had a gun I would shoot Charlton Heston right between his beady lil eyes.
And if I had the balls I'd take a copy of this poem stick it in a dictionary and mail it off to Alanis Morrissette. Irony is the clan I saw on TV the other day. 50 big bad assed rednecks singing Amazing Grace. We sing this at all of our rallies, Big Bubba the grand poobah stutters.I guess the reporter didn't have the gall to tell this big browed throwback that Amazing Grace was written by an ex slave trader who spent the latter half of his life repenting of his sins and speaking out against the atrocity of slavery. Not that it would matter to Bubba, even if I sent him a dictionary he wouldn't know how to spell atrocity.
Irony is a certain religious group railing on the gay community for years. Only to find out that getting on your knees at church doesn't necessarily have anything to do with prayer.
Irony is the Jaguar I saw on the street the other day. The license plate said DOT COM and in the rear window a white piece of paper with words FOR SALE scribbled with a sharpie. Okay that's not ironic but it is poetic. This is poetry in the 21st century. Ironic, sardonic and completely external. What's wrong with me is what's wrong with the world. Now that's irony, borderline. Paradox.