Bless Yr Heart
The Tuesday Poem...
Bless Yr Heart
Ya can take yr refried leftover grievances
Evil in their cartoonish jive
The petrified aisles of hate
Stacked like dented cans of beans
Yr carnival bonfires of pornographic release
Schoolyard giggles of violence
Yr wet fingers of accusation
And priggish, closeted lust
Yr confusion of pain with ecstasy
Of religion with gang warfare
Of saviour with führer
Of politics with rape
Ya can take all of it and leave
What? Yeah, ya heard me
No more accommodating cults
No more soft acquiescence
Or codependent allowance
Yr bounced, eighty-sixed, yr outta here
The grown-ups are talking now
The faculty room’s off-limits
The restraining orders filed
We heard what ya had to say
We saw yr vandalistic display
Read yr frivolous appeals and
Suffered through yr smarm and drang
And in the end, we decline
Yr evangelical sewage and sweat
Yr feeble libido for a stacked deck
Yr prideful exultation of bullshit
As the fat circus lumbers off
We won’t proclaim victory
Merely stand with hats in hand
Knowing this will happen again