Yo Twenty Something Editor
If you write a poem
about just being alive
just the hard hurts of being human
nobody wants it you got to
dress it up in political drag
but there's nothing more political
than the unloved love
we all carry but can't get out
because it's not safe
to bare anything real these days
(got to have that ironic force field yo)
it might interest you hipsters to know
that in the places bloodied by war
you know "third world" countries
people write love poems all the time
just to take back some of their lives
from the general beshittedness of things
But WE get righteous out of guilt
start preaching
I just turned seventy-nine I've paid dues
and I don't give a fuck I'll say it
you got to put your brass knuckles down
just for a minute or two each day
to remember who you me are