Stuck in Your Own Complicity, by James D. Casey IV

cold coffee and a wet

cigarette

there’s nothing like

the feeling

of regret

lying to the faultline

counting change

chained

to a man

plated in fake gold

crawling

through the night

legs trembling in

fright

but look at the way

he shines

drunk

on wine

in time

in tune

with the songs

on the radio

when tell-a-vision

is in short provision

after division

of your fellow

humans

in this Truman

show circus

on purpose

they hurt us

but you choose

to look away

tell me how it all ends

or how

you can

defend the men

dropping bombs

like they cost pennies

but can’t pay

for people to have

free education

while they take their

fancy vacations and sip

cocktails with pinky rings

in the air

and put their cocks

where it doesn’t belong

and don’t stop

when women say

stop

pieces of less than

shit

shit is better

but we need to flush the

governmental toilet

anyway

especially T-Rump

and his phony cronies

so go ahead

throw your fits

hollering MAGA

when the fast food joint

doesn’t serve breakfast

all day

when in another place

on the same fucking planet

that doesn’t revolve

around you

someone starves

to death

and make sure you

cry

about saving the trees

when you wipe your ass

with toilet paper

because you care

when it’s convenient

and sympathise

with rapers

that want to be judges

and their capers

from skyscrapers

while the rest of the

world

is stuck on flypaper

breathing toxic vapors

nothing but activists

behind screen names

not participating

in the actual activity

stuck in your own

complicity

fuck the system

burn it down

anarchist arsonists

are coming for

the wolves

that lead sheep

to slaughter

and rape our daughters

burn motherfuckers

burn