Fuckers in petticoats.
In shoes that could serve for pants.
In half price sunglasses,
in summer school classes by day,
in lukewarm lager pitchers by now,
and with a whole breathing toothy palette of
"white boy" jokes.
Who blunted the edges and melted down the plastic
and pressed the human beings that gave you people licenses
to lie on your bellies laughing just so you could
grab me by my bare ankles and pull?
Down!
June, 2013