A Fiery Rant

 

Prickle and prattle,

bristle and bravado,

so much fury and fire,

without so much of an

inkling of compassion

or empathy.

A monolith of unexplainable

19^th Century thinking buffoonery.

 

Do as we say,

not as we do,

be the old world,

not the world as it is,

a closed minded

insecurity, baffles me.

So, incomprehensible.

 

An obsession with labels,

sub-labels, sub-set-labels,

neuro-specific-sub-set-classifications,

of the genus homo-Saipan.  

An obsession with other people’s

genitals. Is so bizarre to me.

Get over it.

Get beyond it.

Obsess over climate change,

and not underwear changes.

Obsess over despots and dictators,

not honeypots and dicks.  

 

The prattled prickling,

of bruised bravado,

ceaseless in their intolerance of

a desire for tolerance,  

Equity,

and to be free to insult

evangelical or puritanical

moralism, by just being.  

 

Okay, I just had to say it,

just get it off my chest,

it’s been bothering me.

(Deep breath)

Okay, we’re good, it’s good.

No Judgment.

We’re okay.

 

We’re not.      Damn it.