Laugh it off.

Hiding behind jokes of the
Poor
Black
Immigrant
Does it make it easier to be part of the problem?
Do you somehow feel less alone
When you look out at who has the power in this country
And you kiss their ass,
Lick their balls?

If I didn’t hate you so much
This poem would be far better
If I can only write one story
One fuck you
To make you understand
The damage you pass off

Spreading like seeds of intolerance
Like dandruff falling from your brain
Onto your shoulders
And from your shoulders
Onto the starving crowds of peasants
So far beneath you
Feeding off your seamless
Heaps of bullshit.

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