Society closes up its
doors:
entry is not permitted to
outsiders.
They create a world of
artisans, purported
geniuses,
sipping tea and critiquing
so-and-so's metrics,
etc.
Shameless feminists,
chauvinists, misogynists,
inept politicians, shockers,
potsmokers -
with a limbo-ing sexuality
for good
measure.
Yes, shun me from the
exalted doors:
you, who do not understand
true anguish;
you - who live to see your artless
names in
print:
you -
I am disgusted, revolted
by this lack of Truth,
and this chaotic
struggle for
fame.
You are a cheap wine,
clichéd and overwrought
at best,
bubbling at snooty parties in
NY;
you are the sour milk,
curdling in the
August sun.
Preach it, Z!
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