We
Live Dismayed
dear
lazy cliché,
according to you
someone higher brow than I
someone who commonly
refers to my ilk as assorted
lowlifes
measly footnotes or failed punchlines
is of the belief
half-hearted
duty-bound consoling
messages
matter
carry on with your cocktail party tête-à-têtes
while those of us delegated to the
trash heap
see you for the schmaltzy relic that
you are
we hope you understand when we laugh
at
the inordinate amount of slavish devotion
idiot stick figures with no souls
heap on you
it
is unearned &
we live dismayed
in the face of the imbalance of power
your ilk
believe sets you apart from diminutive peons
we the undersigned know better
we know you’re full of shit
yours,
the dismayed
***
A wee poem to blow off a little steam.
With a nod to Sex and the City.
Happy Friday!
In propinquity,
Nic
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