"And what happened then? Well in Whoville they say..."

Little Cindy-Lou Who awoke from a nap
to screaming, thinking, “Now what is this crap?”
Outside there was fighting and anger and shouting,
no good faith in men, no, mainly just doubting.
There were jerks on the sidewalk, and dicks at the store.
There were monsters and assholes and bastards galore.

They were driving their cars and speeding and swerving
all the while screaming some things quite unnerving.
Through lanes without signaling they would careen,
making accusations that were most obscene.
“Hey jerkoff!” they shouted, “try using the gas!”
“Listen buddy,” replying, “shove it up your-” ask-
ing herself what was with all the rage
Cindy-Lou Who went to find center stage:

In front of the courthouse a mass of them gathered,
spittle flecking their cheeks and their words flying spattered.
They cried about life, protecting the unborn,
then showed up next week hawking torture and war.
They preached of compassion from fancy new cars
while not blocks away the homeless men starved.
Cindy-Lou Who found all this quite unsettling,
but thought, “Before judging I’ll do some more meddling.”

She went to the campus, the center of learning,
center of reason, curiosity burning.
On arriving she found men casting fists like stones
from inside glass houses at one boy alone.
“What’s this?” she asked them, “What could he have done?”
“He’s a fag,” they said, “It’s his fault the Dems won.”
“But that’s not fair, you don’t know how he voted!”
“We don’t really care,” the one of them gloated.

Knowing she couldn’t stop them she turned, disgusted,
scanning the sidewalk for someone she trusted.
She saw a young girl with a car leaving class,
and figured that she could fetch police quite fast.
“Go!” she exclaimed, “Get help over here!”
“Um, fuck that,” she told her, “I’m going for beer.”

So Cindy-Lou Who just shrunk and she withered,
from out of her heart her compassion all slithered.
Her blood vented out, with an atom-bomb smile,
as she felt all her veins filling up with bile.
Little Cindy-Lou Who, her heart shrunk three sizes,
as she plotted out their collective demises.
Though ruining lives would make her evil too,
so she hatched an idea on what she could do.

Little Cindy-Lou Who was born with compassion,
and spent her life trying to help, in a fashion.
She spent her days loving, with kindness and caring,
looking out for others and hugging and sharing.
So when confronted with hatred so fantastic,
Cindy-Lou Who up and walked into traffic.

Passers-by were horrified, to put it best.
The first one to reach her found a note on her chest.
With a heavy hand and a heart full of dread,
he unpinned the note, unfolded, and read,
“Dear world, I tried, and I think I tried well,
to love unconditionally, to calm and to quell,
but nothing I did could break your red spell,
so fuck it, you don’t get me, I’ll see you in hell.”