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.
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