Too Long, Didn't Read

 

Too Long, Didn’t Read:
the complicated relationship
between American Exceptionalism
and just being ignorant dickhats.
Using the least amount of
cognitive abilities to justify
the dichotomy of self.

I know I have rights,
I just don’t know what
they are. But I got ‘em,
and I will let you know how
little I know about them
cause I get louder as I get
dumber.

You don’t have the right to infringe
on my right to infringe on your rights,
right? I’m sure that I can do what I want
without consequence as long as you face
consequences for what you did.
Because my being right is better than
your being right.

I’m a Hero, you’re a villain; unless
you are a villain I like, who was just
misunderstood and mistreated by that group
of people who are the real villains and are
keeping me from being a hero.
Cause, I’m a Hero who needs to tell you
how heroic I am.

How will you know how great
I am if you keep trying to stop me
from putting my name on buildings,
airports, casinos and Israel.
Which, as we all know, is really
America Jr. Which would also
look good in gold, and with my name.

I’m not the bad guy,
you’re the bad guy,
I’m the Cowboy,
you’re the Indians,
I’m the white knight,
you’re the… other knight.
I’m the good guy,
I’m the good guy,
I’m the good guy…

Give me that lollipop.
Give me your lunch money.
I’m a good guy, you can’t be trusted with it.
You’d give your lunch to the poor,
I’m giving lollipops to diabetics.
I’m a hero.
I’m winning the wars.

And there’s no getting through to
me; and you can’t tell me I’m wrong,
because this is too long,
and I don’t read.

Whale Watching

 

Troubling times come with
troubling words;
words weighted with lead
fired from angry mouths,
shooting through
every discussion about
us and them, and those
and theirs.

Fighting words, cursing words,
belittling words, dehumanizing words,
spewed from the vomitous gizzards
of small men; splashing on the shoes
of decency and common sense morality,
without apology or self-awareness,
without humility and even the hint
of reasonable shame.

The tribes of men,
hawkishly dangling their
bravado, unembarrassed by
the lack of quality and size,
only to act wounded and rageful
when their bravado goes unappreciated
by those they want to attract or intimidate.
They don’t know which is which.

Troubling times for the honest and decent;
the self-aware and the modest, they are most
abused by the bullying lunkheads who
lumber about spouting hate rhetoric recycled
from the 1940’s, just repurposed for modern times,
always with the same goal;
to hate a white whale so much
that destroys everyone involved in the hunt.

Troubling Times,
call for peaceful words,
from better poets than me.