we’ve got a black man hanging from a tree,
and white people claiming there’s no misogyny.
god dammit america, it’s two thousand-fifteen;
can’t you get anything fucking right?
I try and claim pacifism like some mantra,
but these days, seems all I want is a fight.
I judge more than Judy, I throw punches with clinched
fists plus coin rolls. it’s hard to keep a psyche tight
these days. maybe it’s okay to get a little rage-y. truth
be told, I think I’m done with this peaceful phase…