A Poem For The Woke Ones

by William Skink

woke not a joke you
bigot get chocked or
thrown off a boat
no dingy, no rope

I’ll soap out your mouth
then burn down your house
my woke hands around
your throat on the ground

get woke or get hit
with my tolerance fist
my letters are lit
as I spit righteous shit

in Tolerance Town
inclusion or die
the woke walk with purpose
the rest is a lie

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About William Skink

I'm a poet and political cynic living and writing in Montana. You can contact me here: willskink at yahoo dot com
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2 Responses to A Poem For The Woke Ones

  1. Eric says:

    You have been paying attention, haven’t you😀?

    When they were trying to pass special rights (victim status) for gays in Billings, under the guise of a NDO ordinance, you never saw a group more hateful or nastier than the militant gays when they found out they couldn’t steamroll the community.

    Like

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