I think I’m gonna need a second.
Hold on,
let me brace myself…
… now;
lay it on me, Brother.
I can see
this is about to get
so fucking heavy.
Tell me all of your opinions,
straw man and abominations.
Weak and uneducated,
but spit directly from the pulpit.
Tell me what you think of guns
and God and all your ex-lovers.
Lay out your perspective
on complex geopolitics,
gay marriage, immigration,
aliens
and don’t forget
to tell me
what’s wrong
with my life.
My God, it’s incredible.
Like watching a chimpanzee
explain String Theory,
or Quantum Mechanics.
I don’t think you have a fucking clue,
but you sure do
want the whole world
to know your opinion.
Brace yourself
for bitterness,
know-it-all narcissist,
intellectual featherweight,
ridicule and veiled hate.
In not so many words
you have exposed your point of view
and I’ve figured out
what’s wrong with society;
it’s people like you.
Hold on,
let me sit down,
Sister.
I can see you’re angry,
visibly emotional.
What’s going on now?
Tell me what you learned on the internet
that has you so upset
without all of the facts.
Tell me about the love
who betrayed you,
but if they came through,
you’d take them back.
Tell me again how
the Patriarchs
took your future
and the glass ceiling is stifling
and you’re pro-choice
and you’re anti-gun
and you’re powerful,
but the problem with this world
isn’t you.
It’s men and their dick heads,
it’s poverty
and sickness.
Their fault the world’s afflicted,
over populated, over stimulated
and expectations are too high
for women
in the Western World
and the price of love
is too high
for a small town girl.
I’m sorry,
but I stopped listening
a minute or ten ago.
Complaining
solves nothing;
being offended
is getting old.
You’re uninformed,
you’re uninvolved
and your anger doesn’t make you right
and even if it did,
why would you expect it would change me?
You’re railing
against a lack
of accountability
while coveting every convenience.
I don’t even care that you’re a hypocrite;
nobody’s perfect
all of the time.
Just slow down
and exist
in this world
for a minute.
Be one of the people in it.
I think you’ve forgotten
that you’re human, too;
not just your point of view.
Put down your echo chamber phone,
you know there’s nobody home.
There hasn’t been anyone there
for a little while.
One day you’re gonna see
the world that you seek
and you’ll be terrified;
trust me.
So just breathe
and live
and disconnect yourself.
The rest of the world and I
will be over here
when you need us.
It’s not what you believe,
it’s what you do
with the time given to you.
HG – 2018
