Taken from today's headlines.

We Feel Bigger When You're Made to Feel Small

How will they humiliate you on this lovely
Day, my friend? Will they barricade your
Place of worship? Will they seize your
Home? Will they say you're paid too well
For being unemployed (so well you haven't
Shown sufficient interest in their shitty jobs)?
Will they make it hard to vote, or will they
Say your taillight's broken, chase you down
And shoot you dead, or will they simply
Thrust their fingers up your skirt or in your
Blouse? So many possibilities present
Themselves, and each is used. Humiliation
Blossoms on these sorts of lovely days.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-14 at 01:09

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem hits like a sucker punch! Caustic and precise, Larry!