Social Poems Political Poems

the first caller gets to rummage through my mind and pick out as many words as possible in ten minutes

emotionally invest in all this being different than it is then rearrange a few pieces of furniture and go buy a new pair of socks

her coat (at the café) was so atrocious more like a sweater with an animal print like no animal's coat so ugly I took it personally maybe she was from an alien planet as alien as planets can be maybe her coat resented its own existence never wanted to be created and now to be paraded around reaching out for help hoping someone like me will put it out of its misery when she goes to the bathroom I'll burn it alive