Photo: Untitled, G. Gray Photography, 2015
by s.c. alban
There were kids shooting kids on the playground today.
But not more than usual.
And, what can I say
about the two men who whistled at me as I
walked home from
Their howls made my skin crawl.
Their sons will do it tomorrow with
smartphones and post it on YouTube
to feed on.
A black man was assaulted last week by
two cops who have forgotten what their job
Power corrupts powerfully.
And there are several fat men who don’t give a damn
or my body,
or my choice,
or my voice.
But they sure have a lot to say
with their fists full of dollars
and their mouths full of
that is farmed in a way that irrevocably
destroys our earth
and poisons our dinners with their GMOs;
controlling the DEOs,
of our nation,
leaving us penniless,
more and more, like the oceans, we will be
our waters are drying up;
people are dying up;
killing each other up and
over invisible Gods that are voiced by
War and disease;
famine, but please,
tell me again which bathroom I am to use.