10.09.2022

The first time I heard the word the ‘woke’ in the work place, I was working a temporary employment assignment. Within two hours f hearing that word I was relieved of that assignment, and the agency I worked for didn’t supply me with a new assignment.

It’s likely they looked me up, and didn’t like what they read, (likely it was the poetry).

For that, I do hope they go out of business, forced into welfare.

Or die.

I’ve noticed there is not much talk about economic inequality, or racism, except in terms of politics.

It is both sad and joyful to see my country burn.

I don’t like pink.

Yes, that’s right;
I don’t like the color pink.

I hate pink.

It
Clashes with my sense
of empowerment.

I don’t like pink,
especially when it comes to
the feminine.

It says ‘weak’, ‘lesser sex’,
‘gays and lesbians belong
in concentration camps’.

And that the wearer
can be abused as
and
Short changed.

Why people wear it,
I don’t know.

Then again,
I don’t like blue either,
but that’s another story….

below average, a poem.

I wonder what
my other Selves
would say to me….

“You say you sex
less than three men
a week?….

“You must sexually starved.”

I say,

“the quality is OK,
but everyone knows your name….”

“although they hit the spot, some of
them will
dull your spirit
and consume you like poppers….”

“and the homeless suffer more….”

But of course, they wouldn’t listen.