In time, I begin to think
of the award I did not get
as just three men in a coat
pretending to loom over me
they'd all claim niceness
say they are good people
not at all sexist or racist
would say they're smart
then they should have seen
my 18 is more than his 2
my 14 is more than his 0
his 1 is smaller than my 4
I watch them tumble again
into unreason, juggling
lies and tangled excuses
fairness and easy truths
they know and I know
they know that I know
what if stopped to laugh
--it's as if they're clowns
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Pic: Max is not buying it either.
2 comments:
This is so powerful (and the title, too). The last stanza is so true that it's sad--and almost so true that I cannot bear it.
YUP. Also, what the even fuck is with the world?
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