Poetry: Desperate White Men by Leigh Binder

Posted on Jul 19 2013 - 3:13pm by FWM Online

Desperate White menI was drowning in lip service

Suffering the smell

Retching in a small alcove

Hoping never to be found

 

Trying to survive the taint

Of lowly peasants riding high

Praying for replacement with fevered sweat

Bulging waistlines

 

Sanctimony so thick

I thought I was standing in a landfill

 

Oh say can you puke

From the dawns early nightmare?

 

Dripping words

Of self-satisfying sleaze

Inundate the airwaves

 

In search of power

In search of young hot flesh

 

Loosening a bulbous/pock-marked tie

Demeaning her with a tiny flag pin

Hanging lifeless

From an impotent lapel

 

There can be no consummation

 

But there will be urination!

 

On the lips of the future

While phallic discourse

By desperate white men

Rages on

 

Searching and seizing

All that remains

Their place in history

 

So pointless

 

Better to die prostrate

Before the masses

Where drive-by shootings

Speak the truth

 

The right-now of the abyss

Which has looked back

And found it so repelling

 

It crawled into a festering sewer

Just to get away

Leigh Binder

Leigh Binder

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