Return of the Dead Hypocrites
"RETURN OF THE DEAD HYPOCRITES"
the dead hypocrites have risen
from their graves and I'm
not the epitome of an honor-
able man.
to the dead hypocrites,
my life has gone nowhere and
since I've never had their god
in my life,
the Chicano has derailed.
to the dead hypocrites,
the Chicano's life is wandering
the desert naked and alone.
the dead hypocrites say I'm
headed for an eternity of misery.
so be it.
I know poetry isn't misery.
I know my manhood is intact.
manhood... whatever the hell that
means.
I know my life isn't misery.
I know their god is...
if the old saying is true and
misery loves company,
I can see why they want the best
to join their Dead Hypocrite
society...
...and I can't blame them.
By: Chicano Eddie
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Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2017
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