August Poem 26: Inherent Violence

By your privilege alone you will speak and

Words are violence and lefties read your minds

As Triggly Puff rocks back and forth screaming

Over you, so you can’t be heard at your UMAS

Lecture. Words are violence and you have just

Lynched someone with the words you couldn’t say

Because they wouldn’t let you speak. Words are

Violence and lefties have been hurt screaming

With their fingers in your face as Chanty

Binx tells you to shut the fuck up for a

Second. Words are violence and lefties have

Their rights to preemptive self-defense strikes.

Words are violence and lefties have a few

Choice words for you: Baseball bat sneak attack.

August Poem 25: The Will

To squelch the myriad voices: smash win-

dows and throw trash. The will to

Squelch the myriad voices: puppeteer

The Evergreen President. The will to

Squelch the myriad voices: using threats

And violence. The will to squelch the myri-

ad voices: using masks and baseball bats.

The will to squelch the myriad voices

With the full backing of the mainstream press.

In this post truth, post racial era, when

All other Ideas have been outlawed and

Left-wingers have been duly deputized

To seek out retribution for the things

That they have decided you want to do.

August Poem 24: Lazy Saturday

He was a force in sports walking down Sea

Foam, Breaker, and Windward to the field by

The jetty. Ball, bat and glove in hand, he

Would meet the other kids. If they all showed

It would be a lazy Saturday game.

They’d rotate the at bats and each kid’d keep

His own score. As the day wears on, some of

The kids would wander home to “check in” or

“Get a snack.” The rest of them would jeer with

Calls of “pussy” and “mama’s boy.” When skies

Darken, he would wander home with his ball,

Bat, and glove dreaming of the next game and

Dreading the false structure of a boring

Sunday of scriptural contemplation.

August Poem 23: President Trump’s Press Conference

I hate the Nazis. You hate the Nazis.

President Donald Trump hates the Nazis.

Deep down, even the Nazis hate themselves

For being ignorant, uninformed ass

Monkeys. White supremacists are a bunch

Of morons who mentally finger bang

Each other in each other’s collective

Assholes. Even they have to agree on

This simple fact. But the constitution

Protects their right to assemble. Even

If, you hate them. Even if, I hate them.

Even if, President Donald hates them.

Even if, they hate themselves deep, deep down.

For being such uninformed ass monkeys.


Freedom of speech. Even though: Their speech is

Vile. Their ideas are vile. The fact that these

People hold to such backward ideas is

Vile. But they are protected under the

Law. The law that makes us free. The law that

Keeps us free. The law that protects us, the

Healthy, informed, and liberal citizens

That believe in social justice from the

Tyranny of the government. The right

To protest and speak unfavorable

Opinions. The right that you use to keep

The government from being ruled by the

Nazis because punching Nazis only

Makes them run people over with their cars.

August Poem 22: Modern Blasphemy

You don’t have the right to violence against

Anyone. No matter what you might think.

No matter what your teacher may have taught,

Someone that disagrees with you is not

Attacking you. You do not have the right

To resort to physical violence

Because someone disagrees with you. If

You feel bad. You have not been attacked. If

You feel hurt. You have not been attacked. If

Someone speaks the wrong opinion. You have

Not been attacked. If someone engages

In wrong think. You have not been attacked. So

Leave your ski masks and body armor at

Home Antifa. You have not been attacked.

August Poem 21: Believing in Angels

To eat or just smell genre writing or

Literary fiction writing has been

The dark poetry. Affected weight from

Literature as whatever process.

Hangover stories. My working novel.

Alex’s clockwork is like rephrasing.

The novel as representation of

Gaging workers. Asking of the readers

Again. They fear the similar people

Of Southern Mississippi, I worked a

Terror out through my heart. Were they to leave

This tome of writing as an antelope.

But they say writing fiction is easy,

And writing is believing in angels.

August Poem 20: Google Fires James Damore

Social justice types screaming, the rest of the

While, about inherent blind component

Part similarities. Man’s dispensing

Bias. Privilege of white males. General

Tourist knowledge. Social sentence. Social

Mobility should be down to the line

As long as you stay within your own lane.

I want to discourage an incident

Where I use a computer database

To commit a crime to warrant a death

Not totally against the stack of my

Drafting different kinds of business writings

With relevant experience faking

What I had been doing wasn’t sexist.