POEM: WOKE

While I like sleep as much as the next person, probably more, I don’t really get why “woke” is so scary. Perhaps the unconscious should dictate our lives?!  I, for won (and all), pray that I am ever open to new realities and their implications. May we live in a reality shared with conscious equality and ever-widening equity, a burgeoning common good.

WOKE

I due battle with
Sexism
Racism
Heterosexism
Ableism
And a wide variety
Of elite –isms
And in suing genuses
Bidding array of hope
Put aside your stupe-faction
I have no hidden agenda
Fore
I AM
WOKE
With a capital ism
Knot asking you to buy it
With won red assent
Just saying
Before getting it
Some shut eye
Taking
Forty winks
As hitting
The snooze
Be for some dozer does
Running over your comatose
Impressing an unfortunate lessen
Shard bye all
In the same bout
And not uncommon fate

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