LXXIII. Chud

The anger rages within you,
Glaring at the pixels,
Something’s altered—it’s not perfect,
Words cut like a sickle.

“Why can’t they get anything right?!”
“Truth is their biggest foe,”
“Always working their agenda,”
“Pronouns in their bio.”

Social media: your bullhorn,
Spread hate among the crowd,
“It must be WOKE or DEI,”
Them boys sure will be proud.

Tell Mom to make a hot pocket,
Her basement, your domain,
Across the ‘net you spread hatred,
The monkey with no brain.

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