chenin blanc
it’s at that time when straws become too much
organic white people fare becomes
barbaric
phallic
too much
i chew inward, inhale
with a subliminal wink
a gag reflex un-triggered
a norm show
gather round you
penny loafers &
belted trousers
i’ll swallow swords &
trophies
(but in private)
where’s the fun in that?
clap for the seal
seal against the clap
get seen by your local GYN
you filth
my scum
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world