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Suicide Masculinity Sonnet

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Man killed himself because he hated himself,
(His humanity & all its threads).
Blew himself to bits, on his fetish shelf
With the pretty things that peopled his head 

He couldn’t imagine himself getting
What he wanted, in this life of limits
(Culture & religions this abetting)
So he exploded -BOOM- (fucking dimwit) 

Auto-Immune Masculinity bane:
As Toxic as Ebola-Explosive
Drove this wanna-be “macho man” insane
His un-used sperm count was too corrosive

Toxic masculinity’s evil’s edge:
S’Created by tradition’s privilege

Wheel of Fortune 


The modern wheel of fortune is reserved

For people who are able & willing

To this evil, venal system preserve

Though it is the only planet killing 

Emotional Terrorist Sonnet

I am an emotional terrorist

Disrupting your comforting narrative 

I refuse to be stereotyped just

To let you believe lies superlative 
For I demand my rights in your English 

I refuse to recede to Ebonics 

Though this has made me appear more “Blackish”

I will point out your status quo’s racist
So as you attend to your “tolerance”

Where the norms that have favored you erode

I will continue to shout of your stance

(Condescending & without any load)
YOU must stop the state apparatuses 

From treating us ǝʞıן social fetuses 

Ode To Today

In all of my boring redundancies 

I continue to see life’s novelties 

For humanity’s great insurgencies

Assault me with stunning velocities 
This year’s seemingly fascist takeover 

Is the Phoenix’s violent escape

From the prison to which we’ve surrendered

Freedom under conformity is fake
Oversimplification of living

Religion’s most palatable optics

Will maintain the laity’s infighting

& keep us from injustice’s topics
Who says that we have to participate 

In people’s lives that we disagree with

It seems to this layman the debate’s fake

For most others are neither kin nor kith 
Freedom involves the liberty to err

& let your three year old play with pistols

For the racist “right to bear arms” is there

“Well-regulated militia” diapers 
If people find their lives so meaningless

That only Afghani heroin works

Let them buy the oblivion painless

& become state sponsored addicted jerks
It the daughter you’ve imperfectly loved

Gets impregnated by the proxy, Pete

She needn’t have all her plans aside shoved

To do Bible interpretation neat
& there’s one more thing I want to say here

You have no right to humanity flee

The automobile is a convenience dear

But we must stop subsidizing driving, see 
Cars must bear the cost to society

& the environment their ease destroys 

Walks near others evolved humanity

“Ghettos” of “others” are just racist ploys
I’m glad that I said these words to the wise

To my way of thought, life was once better

Think of what freedom means, don’t me despise

Try to be a liberty abettor 

Gutter Sonnet

Media Failures, Electoral & Moral: Sonnet 

In the aftermath of the inauguration

After tornadoes swept the Bible Belt

National Public Radio began

With a story that looked for the Left’s Faults
Highlighting Blacks’ Absence from the HUUUGE march

& pointing out women’s complicity

In Don tRump’s electoral Golden Arch

(Focusing on what adds legitimacy)

For years I have been addicted to them

NPR updates seemed both smart & fair

But for a while they have been slipping down

This year allowed me to break from their air

The patina of fake “equality”

Has wrecked Public Radio’s quality

Uneven Identity

It begins again
Media hypocrisy
Reinforcing men
Masculine Sacristy

It begins again
Canonization sexy
Creating women
A false domesticity

It begins again
A fake serenity
The past is re-run
Counterfeit identity

Identity made
To negotiate culture
Becomes a charade
Lies’ infrastructure

The soul I’ve become
In society’s labyrinth
Untruths that I’ve spun
Are Lies’ temple’s columns’ plinths

It all ends sometimes
Life’s uncertainty
Destroys our sublime
Fate’s an entity

Reading the scriptures
Of this barbed reality
Written in markers
Common Man’s humanity

Counternarratives
To the winner’s history
That never forgive
Avarice’s mystery