Thursday, June 25, 2015
Song of My Selfie
I get
satisfaction reviling others,
mocking, scorning,
ridiculing,
scolding,
chastising, criticizing,
interpreting,
explaining, blaming,
giving
reasons why, causes and
effect,
because’s and affect, scape
goating
and proffering rectification,
rules and
regulations..
Humanphobic,
sure. Xenophobic.
Misanthropic.
Misogynist. Racist.
Solipsist.
Narcissist: redundancy
in all
these ics and ists & it amounts
to fundamental
Fear & Hate &
welcome
to the First Church
of the
Crippled
& any one can join once
outed
& the cover-up's no longer
adequate:
leaking limp and lame
shall
enter first; no talk of golf or
coming
out parties of the debutant
kind; potluck suppers and holy
smoking prayer meetings possibly,
with
plenty of coffee
I’m part
and partial, see thru my ass
darkly,
not vis-à-vis as I might could
imagine
and think I can & think I can.
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