10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind |
To the lying sacks of shit and those who would espouse their propaganda as justifiable rhetoric to enslave the good with guilt and shame — recompense for erring or not buying into the manipulative philosophies: The one thing that is true When I get hold of the bone I'll chew it Hard Until all the flavor has left Or Until another leg of something Is tossed I'm not too tired for treats But I'm not a dog And I know it So I'm very selective I've cultivated a taste For these castoffs In fact I know the remainders Are not what you require Are easily given To curs like me Draw me off the scent You called me bad dog Once to my face You called me 'dog' You make me sleep outside Not in your warm Cuddly house But Pet my head When I'm obedient Yet Seldom send me Chasing after a stick When I learned Fetch was your game To distract me And What have you got For all the years Of misdirecting me? First, I'm not a mutt Or somebody's pooch You dehumanizing piece of shit Who marginalizes and segregates Beautiful people from Your redeemed I will say You're not an ethnic cleanser Yet I stand about the bones Of the black and gray deceased Who silent suffered waiting For a bone That did not arrive. From the Unwritten Memoir: Allegorical Stories and Poems of A Naked Man (Already written but unassembled--every day of my life) I am sooooo Britta right now. Yeah, I get it means nothing. But, it could...mean...something-- |