The homegrown mommies
are having fits
Evangelicals grab the crucifix
the swaying hips of Elvis
tainted little Johnny Kicks;
now he’ll never come to grips
with the nipple apocalypse

“Save the children!”
they bleat aloud
like sheep gone to the slaughter
they burnt all of their Beatles discs
in a gigantic funeral pyre;
Now Johnny listens to Styx
After the nipple apocalypse

One Million Mommies
see words and breasts
as highly inappropriate;
using profanities
is irresponsible and tasteless
but endless war and the hypocrites
won’t stop the nipple apocalypse