Friday 19 April 2019

The Virus of People

I mustn’t protest against slander and slight,
I mustn’t retaliate, stand up and fight,
I mustn’t defend what I know to be right,
that’s obsessive, aggressive and wrong.

I mustn’t strike back when you spit in my eye
then completely ignore but insult my reply,
or be honest and say you’re a cunt who should die,
that’s obsessive, aggressive and wrong.

I mustn’t insist you respond to my questions
with more than cheap insults or passive aggressions,
or hope that you’re open to learning new lessons,
that’s obsessive, aggressive and wrong.

I mustn’t expect an inquiring or free
intellect, or complain of what children could see,
that you’re just too retarded to argue with me,
that’s obsessive, aggressive and wrong.

I have to sit still and pretend it’s all fair
with my snot-rag surrender flag raised in the air.
I have to really, really not care,
and be just like everyone else.

I have to say nothing and bow to my fate.
I have to feel nothing, no anger, no hate,
no emotions, no hint of a natural state,
and be just like everyone else.

I have to just vomit a sea of clichés
as though everyone’s childhoods and brain cells and days
are spent in precisely identical ways,
and be just like everyone else.

I have to just stomach the Virus of People
and feel as much fire as a castrated weasel
and make a grand virtue out of being feeble,
and be just like everyone else.