Kitchens Are On Fire
There’s a lot of smoke
blowing out the backdoors
So many kitchens on fire ...
trapped aprons trying to get out
Smoke detectors are broke,
cries for help too long ignored
So many choking on forced desire ...
sexual peccadillos baked into every chore
But nothing is minor anymore
Major societal shift ... rumblings shaking
the good ol’ doughboys to the core
Smoky backroom kitchens on fire ...
those masculine hands feeling on the wrong hose
Executive boardroom kitchens on fire ...
those emperor hands changing into the wrong clothes
There’s a lot of smoke
billowing out the kitchen window
Silent screams for help too long ignored
So many kitchens are on fire ...
burnt reputations in the oven,
with the flames getting higher —
Reaching into the highest power places,
blackening the rich ash-covered faces
Congress basement kitchens on fire ...
those sworn hands
in the wrong bosom apron dropped on the floor
Presidential penthouse kitchens on fire ...
those privileged wet hands
groping lustily for the wrong padded backdoor
The kitchens are on fire,
here in America
What will it take to put the fires out,
to snuff the smoldering hysteria?
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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