A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Tuesday, June 05, 2018

beyond the pale

I am so sick
of seeing people who aren't me
or my desirable female counterpart
represented and depicted in commercials,
film, tv, print advertising and
viral online media content! And porn, but

that's less an issue. It's purely personal,
and people have their fetishes, so ok.

Yet they dare say "White Privilege!" Well I daresay
"Come on!" Show me the caucasions!

Is that how that's spelled? Dumb word anyway.
A pretended ethnicity - intellectual cowardice
wrapped in pseudoscience!

It's not enough we have to have black people
- and that is enough, I love them! For them,
I make an exception. For noble and admirable reasons,
such as you should know and admire. But now

we've got clean, respectful, successful-looking
people who look like terrorists! If that's the case,
haven't they already won? And what's with all the

vague, generic-ethic people you can't even tell
what they're supposed to be? It's an attack
on the validity of stereotypes when you

can't even tell which ones to try applying!

I have no problem with the people who already
look like that, parading around in real life
trying to live, to get by, to pass
unimpeded. But

shoving themselves in our face
as we're trying to surf our hugescreen content
in security and contentment, straining our eyes

for any sign of the world where we are,
unquestionably,

the ordinary and expected norm
- that's beyond the pale.

A backlash is coming, people.
The ones asking for it will be told
"knock it off." So before this gets any
uglier, please: Let's all get along back

to a world recognizably sane,
balanced,

and fair.

1 comment:

dogimo said...

It's difficult to conceive that I'd need to say this, but:

This poem contains two deliberate misspellings.

It also deliberately depicts a spoiled and poisonously entitled attitude, which I was pleased to ridicule yet found myself grossed out by nonetheless.