providers
providers
mothers provided homelessness
to get a job
and now
walk the streets, terrorizing men
what do we do
well you kill people
so you can go shopping
it is called shopping addiction
and little boys and girls who you hate
die in the receipts of your smile
you don't see, but we get abused
by the freedom we have
as you grow and multiply
the fat gross arms come flying
mouth flapping
disgust in your eye shadow
exhausting demons of news
desert mules trampling slaves
men fought this civil war, under many titles
so the gold and silver and logos of banking
would never touch our graves
and the beasts stampede, ugly and weak
blind justices of empty delivery
abandoned mirrors covered in shame
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
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