A Word from our Bronzer-in-Chief

a tone deaf rant

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from You Know Who

Beautiful bronze likenesses
and busts of every manner
being felled by angry mobs —
do bronze lives even matter?

What madness has taken root,
how hateful, how gory —
to plow indiscriminately over
our sweet, bygone glory!?

Where Lee and Jackson proudly stood,
the pedestals are bare
Braxton Bragg and Beauregard
now — so much thin air

Never heard of most of them,
I care not for history —
but when I look into a mirror,
bronze beauty is all I see

Black and brown, I could care less,
but bronze is where it’s at — 
be it slender, be it round,
shimmering or matte

I strive to be just like you,
I bronze and tan all day —
or, when running short on time
I’ll still apply a spray