mother earth depression
by jeremy wemberley
the world is bad!
the world is BAD!
and i am sad
for i'm a cad
(a rotter just as gone awry
as any other kind of guy,
except that I SPEAK OUT;
this is the kind of thing
that POEMS ought to be about)
and even worse, i am a lad
(i hit a GIRL when i was five
so i'm not fit to be alive;
there can be NO EXCUSE,
not even if she's ten
and into genital abuse)
mummy
would it hurt you
if i kissed BOYS?
action man toys
are far better friends
than that GIRL with her
two extra brains
(she's figuring out
how to give me the stains)
he's awfully THIN
that boy in my class
and strawberry birthmarked
ALL OVER his skin;
(the girls think you're queer
if you don't LAUGH
the boys all hit you
the girls all cheer)
outside i mock him
for FEAR of a fight;
inside i'm FRIGHTENED
the girls could be right
(i've never TOUCHED anyone
purple and white)
when horrible things happen to OTHER people
we don't make a fuss
as long as it's not US
(we're in the car and they're on the bus
so put up the fares)
we're in the lift and they're on the stairs
but if there's a FIRE then being in the lift
won't do us any good
(especially not if bits of it are made of wood)
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