it might be hopeless for you
a poem because I’m totally grossed out by people lately
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read

I hope
the time will come for you
when you will look back
and wonder
where you got it all wrong
I hope we will
have a chance to really
talk it all out like civilized adults
you know, the kinds you see in countries
that learned from their mistakes
like, for instance, the Holocaust
and hopefully that will be before
the waters rise and
the grasses die in the heat
and our babies die from preventable diseases
because you
are more afraid of autism
than death itself
but maybe not
maybe
the earth will shatter
beneath your feet and
swallow you
and while you’re going
down down
where you belong
you’ll raise your fists
and hollar
things like
you fucking liberal hippies
this is god’s will
go back to —

