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Anthony James Brandy
Poems
Mar 2018
The Club (explicit)
He said, "if the girlies don't work out"
To come back here
And get **** faced
And maybe watch some bad movies
Like Predator 2
Past security, ticket given without a second glance
It could've been any old white piece of paper
But he didn't check.
Why wouldn't he check?
Inside are the real predators
The real commodifiers
Who stalk prey called women
Look at the way they look at you
Do you notice the way they look at you?
Or is it like breathing air, or a fish in water
And do you buy into the predator's worldview?
What do you really see when you look at the self?
Only what others see, perhaps?
I understand that
In the car, on the ride here
He said, "I'm looking for something special"
"I don't **** and get out"
But definitely don't stop calling them *******
The culture says who they are,
Rather, the culture says what they are
You are complicit in the culture
Just like me
A stoic face toward oppressors
Is still complacent
A face that prides itself on not objectifying women
Yet lays silent in their objectification,
Isn't he just the problem?
Aren't I that problem?
And the songs that are as unspecial as the ***
You purport to not want
Boom louder than your heartbeat
That you can't tell if it's the bass or the blood
Pulsing through your veins
How do you know what you want isn't real?
Are you oblivious to the remake, the unoriginality?
Like the songs stolen without rights,
You adopt your predecessors' predatory propensities
It's all *******.
That's what our glasses are full with.
The Irish drink to connect
We drink to waste away
The same way we do when we sit
And become one with our couch
At the heart of the Ire-land
Is a history of conflict
And inability to have conflict,
Also known as: war
So they sit and they drink
And they talk and they fight
And they all have bad livers
But their hearts aren't clogged.
But back in the club, there's a one size fits all video
Playing over the one size fits all songs
Catered to the one size fits all people
And our one size fits all pallets
In the blur of the headbanging and the deafening
We lose our precious individuality
But maybe I'm acting too pious to judge as I do
But, if you were in my shoes, wouldn't you?
I went to a club this one time. Lemme tell u about it.
Another shout out to Peter Rollins for the part about war being the inability to have conflict. I wish we could all drink like the Irish.
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Anthony James Brandy
23/M/fl
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