I protest

I protest against
the sacrilege
of flabby skin
and
bad posture
Nero played
the violin 🎻
and this one
swings the
golf club.

My proclivity to read
and immunity
to Tomfoolery
and harlotry
and wholesale ignorance
those who floss
in the nudity
that is bigotry

These supremacists
ain’t supreme
they are obscene
and sorely uneducated

It would be
the infamy
of prose
that I would be
deputized in
to imprison
the treachery
that wanted me…
to concede to
stereotypical notions,
but I would not
imbibe the potion.

Took those arrows
made them my fuel
to burn
within the impenetrable
confines of prose
the labyrinth of literary
banished from the
vile acts
of firing volleys
microaggressions,
institutional
and more
sinisterly
education
by evil men
who defile
the Kings English
these tyrants
intend to extinguish
intellect and
all aspects
of it.