Militia Twits

They're cute, in a way, little boys
Playing army, except that they're
No longer little. They're grown up
And fat, and their playing is, as it's
Intended to be, somewhat scary.
They're carrying guns, and, though
They, with their Coke-bottle glasses
And lack of familiarity with what
They wield, couldn't threaten
A barn door, much less any liberal,
People are frightened, and that's
What they want. Screw the ballot!
Screw voting! Screw participation
In what, they believe, should be
Aryan sovereignty! “Fear us,” they
Beg, but we can't. They're pathetic.
We'll wait them out. Soon they
Will die.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-11 at 01:07

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