When the truth finally hits, it hits big.
While condemning the chauvinist pig,
Do not fall for that line
That St. George was divine;
More a drug-addled player, you dig?

Whiny Wobert Smiff:
Paleface poser
Bad-hair bard
Of teen existentialism.

Droning three-chord dirges
Wobbly Wobert
About to burst--
Not into flames,
But girlish tears.

Superficial woes
Suburban emo . . .

Wobert, Wobert
Your mascara is running
As fast as it can
Away from the 80s.

I am ashamed
To have seen The Cure
Live in 1983.

It did not cure me.

I want to remain
a work in progress
forever.
A finished product
becomes a
commodity.

from chaz to chop
camped so cozy
all around the roadblock

faded rainbows in the crosswalk

it's too late
it took too long to matter
his enemies have yet to scatter

jenny plans to stay in her high tower
but rabid dogs now repudiate her power

(white kids, the kind who use to *******,
dragged the Black man out with his star spangled banner,
white kids, the kind who use to *******,
called him an uncle tom, a race traitor, a facist
white kids, the kind who use to burn crosses,
yelled **** trump and schooled
the Black man and his star spangled banner
on race relations, who to vote for and all the rest)

all his enemies right before they scatter
hanging rabid all around the roadblock
camped so cozy in the crosswalk