People] Can’t Tell Me

Bleak entertainers’ glee
leaks all over the stage

as the freaks peak
in their social development

and the geeks tweak
while the Greeks seek.

You robber baron bandits
have nothing on our scheme!

You lack significance
in a most crucial way

and you make up for it
by burying that invisible hatchet

you claimed was a mile away
at the time. Now you

[you of all people] can’t tell me
I’m just being paranoid this time.

You know damn well
that I’m your equal

and there’s nothing stopping me
from declaring mutiny

and shipping your saviors overseas,
never to be seen again by Western eyes

(good riddance). We all take a sauna
and throw down tequila,

as is the style at the time.
Our cultural awareness steps forward

and mocks itself ruthlessly,
as I’m sure you know.

Oh, come now.

You can’t say
you didn’t already know

the state of our adolescent trek
through the Everglades of public opinion.

We’ve all known this for years at this point,
and it’s time you come back to reality.


Author: Aidan Badinger I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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