My heart, despite the warnings,

carelessly leaping

But this is different

This time it’s not about race 

Mr. President, a question I’d like to pursue,

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Shouting frantic hyperbole over some non-existent attack on the right to bear arms, while what you truly came for was the right to their womb 

An ironic cry for mercy from an industry

whose cows receive none

Salt was the price for his captured life,

this Congolese man in slave trader hands,

Ota Benga

Look at us dancing with gleeful abandon

as the tape of your childhood plays

Recklessness and temptation

written on the ceiling

Martin looted nothing, Martin burned nothing, Martin attacked no one, reads tone-deaf Karen’s tone-deaf meme

Happy Cows?!

Are you fucking nuts?!