To Feel The Walls Closing In

If you're going to point the finger

Covered with the black tar hate

At countries far beyond our third world...

Our disassembled fifty states...

Just remember we eat poison,

And our water reeks of sludge...

We're reflected in our mirror maze

Forty times but still don't budge

'less we're talking in a windstorm

Is the only time we'll hear...

Wear another person's shoes...

Try them out and feel the sole

As it scrapes against the concrete...

There are blessings we won't know...

Stop and stare into reflections

Of that immigrant you fear...

Be him Mexican, Brazilian, or of

Palestinian ilk...

These are people who can only

Save us from our own demise...

If we show them all our asses

We are aping a disguise

Of a species that cannot progress...

Canker sores denying salve...

Better wall your eyes and mouth off...

Better fence off your sweet grave...

Jump inside a cement mixer

'til there's nothing left to save...

Wear another person's shoes...

Try them out and feel the sole

As it scrapes against the concrete...

There are blessings we don't know...

Tumorous heads grow on your shoulder...

Is that just another shade

Of some self that slipped your field count?...

When you look down at your plate

Do you see meat and

Potatoes?...

Is there something else you crave?...

Maybe news from something different?...

Could their

Feelings be betrayed?...

You could pop fresh heads like bubbles,

Or big bulbous welts on skin,

Homosexual accusations

That your Psyche aims to win...

Flip the apple cart and blame the ones

That open wide their veins...

...You'll be living in some corner

With the remnants of lost claims...

11/10/24

Bunny Villaire

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