photo by Jason Buice
We have done a great
Disservice to ourselves
We have listened to
our parents
studied the moves
In great detail
Conditioned our condition
We have punctured tires
Arranged our supplies
Plated our red wheel barrows
We smeared
The colors
Like soft cheese
Sweaters for the macaroni
Forks in our eyes
Anger feeding gallons and gallons
A little confession
Can go such a long way
Living cliches
Ignoring sashays
Let’s mix our yolks
Make use of these
Cracked shells
A brunch for Armageddon
Ketchup bleeding heart.
Gay Boy Scouts
Grandmothers in drag
Family dinners together
A future to believe in.
We can make it happen
Very easily sometimes
Poof, celebrate
Repeat
(This poem was originally recited on January 9, 2015 at Mills Record Company in Kansas City, MO)
Schwervon! 
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