According to a post on Slate:
Roy Moore, the former Alabama Supreme Court chief justice who lost his job because he wouldn't remove a granite monument to the Ten Commandments from the rotunda of the Alabama Judicial Building, is running for governor of Alabama.
So far he isn't polling very well which may be because he has adventured into another career at the same time, that of creating bad poetry. I love bad poetry, even bad poetry written by wingnuts, and I want to share the enjoyment of Moore's poetry with you:
Babies piled in Dumpsters,
Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty;
your house is on the sand.
...
We've voted in a government
that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges
who throw reason out the door.
Too soft to place a killer
in a well-deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby
before he leaves the womb.
You think that God's not angry,
that our land's a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait
before His judgment comes?
Unusually bad, I'd say. Nothing much rhymes and fetuses are boys exclusively. I also thought that the religious right looks forward to Rapture which would mean the last judgment, wouldn't it? But this might work as a jogging song.