This is another anti-capitalist poem, scorning profits over people, the vain whining of grievance politics, and the lethal short-sightedness of just us.
Indecency Wee Re-side — Owed To Propriety Owner Us
They miss judged
As the profits for tolled
Propriety for virtue
And our civil-ization nearly killed us all
Cleverness trumped wisdom
And our humanity
Evacuates from rectitude
As the shit hits the fan
With efficiency and effectiveness knowing no equal
They wanted
Sum thing
For all won no’s
A kin
Too kindness
Mirrorly perpetuating
In decency
The halves and the have nots
Ever made hole
Never big enough
For the slake of the ruins
Accept from the rabble rousing
Or spade calling
Souled up the river or down
In masses gathering
In some forum of deliverance
Well suited to those unsuited
Not buying the devil’s wears
As people of property
And propriety
Fore the dis possessed
Buy virtue of their own
Fateful skin in the game
An evening of the odds
Equal too
Any mourning too follow
In won sided privilege
As fare play
Only to be lie
As realty polls apart
That revealing tell
The deference
Not even
Lifting a single finger
When black
And white having
Given weigh too
Social grays
Sow demanding of coarse
A little sumpin sumpin
Having too due
As respect to breeding
Exchanging word
Ineffable
In just us
In deed as wee curtsy
