Excuse Me, Are You Finished With That Hegemony?

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Hey man,

Respect the dynamic.

Our empire can’t be erected

On the backs of other’s babies.

 

Again. Can it?

Oh, and speaking of erections

Ladies, maybe if you let us touch your bodies

Every once or twice or three times

 

We’d let you have a say

About your plumbing or that place

Down there wherever the stork

Deposits the twinkle in God’s eye.

 

Alls I’m saying is it’s tough being white.

Hard to be WHITE. The WHITER THE HARDER.

It’s almost, almost like trying

To not there at all.

 

To The Dogs

Addie Poem

My father has been reincarnated as a dog.

There is no physical or character resemblance.

It’s just that, well,

 

What is life but waiting

For form to allow

The soul to flourish?

 

My father used to say,

I could tell you what to do.

But you’re going to do what you want to do anyway.

 

And now he has returned

As an Australian Shepherd/ Kelpie mix

With a boundless personality

 

Who doesn’t smoke or drink

Or lament about my babci

Putting raisins in the rice pudding.

 

She loves unconditionally.

I make sure she’s fed and goes out,

Gets treats and belly rubs, too.

 

Such are the dynamics of the universe.

Waiting for the form

To allow the soul to flourish