Trigger Warning/ Working Class Solidarity
I saw two people talking at the protest in the park

Both from different ends of the spectrum,
least that’s how the conversation starts

Soon the liberal resister will discover
they have lots of things in common
with their Unvaxxed, right wing counterpart.

Just maybe not the swelling
in the walls that surround their hearts

The Trigger Warning for dystopian and dark
is the little bird you see when you embark

When you submit your body
to the tidal pull of Twitter’s frigid oceans

Where everything you see
evokes a negative emotion

So if it’s hard for you to view
the dark and the dystopian,
Well, little buckaroo, I’m not some shrine designed for you to find some hope within
If every day we open up our eyes
is like an overdose,
I don’t intend to sugar-coat my opiates

If dystopian and dark is on the menu,
Honey, so be it,
I take my rich rare,
like I take my kitsch Soviet.

My army swells it’s ranks
with those regarded as the lowliest

And we intend to dine upon the holiest

And if my little tweets are hard to stomach,
Kitten, buckle up,
the Ugly dial just got cranked
from ‘Moderate’ to ‘Copious’

Please consider this your trigger warning
that my every word is purposefully odious,
Deliberately chosen,
that it swerves a little viper curve
and chokes you in the mobius

You don’t wanna hear it,
so I had to go and dress it up melodious:

Fascism is not something you vote against

Fascism’s a slow descent

Fascism has crafted scripts
for use on local news
a fucking decade long before
you ever noticed it

Fascism is not
your neighbor’s trumper bumper sticker
made to match his trucker hat,
it’s the vat of oil
you and he are boiling in

Trigger Warning/
Ugly Fucking Future,
soon your useless brand
of radically flaccid centrist views
will have us staring down a feeding tube
that serves a very Soylent Sin

Where All your friends are zombies
Sharing dead-eyed pics of Soylent grins

The trigger warning for the dark
and the dystopian
is Congress’s collective mouth
hideously opening
Swallowing the working class
and comment-section-nobodies
Who’ll pick apart the movement,
Cause they caught a whiff of chauviny

As hopeless as I fear I’m gonna grow to be,
There’s bound to be some hope in me,
that we can cease the friendly-fire
long enough to set the scene,
we can stop the little factions
eating off of one another
long enough to catch the kind of meat
that makes our meager spread
the richest feast

I should have put a Trigger Warning:
Working-Class Unity

Something less akin to peaceful protest,
more to mutiny

I do not submit my written word
to hear your scrutiny

So if you want the censored version
It’s unlocked by muting me.