Woke must be the biggest joke
ever perpetuated against society.
The conservatives, and the bigots, and the racists
commandeering a bogey man against which to rail,
so, they can go on talking their bigotry unabashed
with ‘woke’ meaning anything they want.
“Dam! I messed that up.”
The words fall from my mouth,
so easily, and so often.
“Wow, I got that wrong.”
It is like a song, I sing constantly,
I know it so well.
I say them, and sing them,
like that might change something, somehow?
(that much I can do)
but it never does.
It never will.
A dick goes in your son’s mouth
and that makes you feel disgusted,
you say?
Do you ever think about the dick
that goes in your daughter’s mouth?
No, I guess you don’t,
hey?
I hate to be so crude, but there is no other way
for that to be said, to say,
I am telling you about the same love,
as anyone else, but so many of you go there
and that is why, to you, it is so queer,
it is your problem not ours.
Bigoted politicians tweet vile messages,
which are universally condemned, by all and sundry
but then they say, in their defence we don't know
how men feel, but we do know, how real men deal
they don't care about being bigoted,
to hide their prejudice away,
real men hug their friends and their sons
in exactly the same way.
I feel like crap. Big weekend
Had good times. All the clubs I attend.
I danced under the lights.
I shared pills out of sight.
New mates I met for the night
Best clubbing buddies instantly tight.
The cubicle door locked, one pissed,
The toilet system wiped, one sniffed.
On to the roof deck we drift
Some guy sucking shots off a comatose girl’s midriff
As her boyfriend showed polaroid’s of her snatch
Not sure who he was trying to attract.
I kissed in the shadows.
With the dark, sweaty fellow
We made eye contact as we danced
Him just wearing black pants
He smelt like a man
He had big warm hands
DJ one, DJ two. Deep house groove
We did things in the dark no one’s mother would approve
That sweet boy’s heart I theft
Vomiting in the gutter as I left
Wiping spittle from our mouths
as the taxi stopped we shout.
In the back seat, we held hands
At home, I got to pull off his pants
He left as the sun came up
Clothes back on, not a wash
I smiled and felt his beard rash.
Hours later when I was awake
My mouth was dry and my head ached.
