Taken from today's headlines.
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
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Written on 2021-05-14 at 01:09
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We Feel Bigger When You're Made to Feel Small
How will they humiliate you on this lovelyDay, 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
Read 41 times
Written on 2021-05-14 at 01:09
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