The black cop's in the show
like Sidney Poitier,
right there to show how right
producers are, and say:
society's an asshole, see?
Oh, they still are! But
not us, baby: no,
not we.
You can tell that's what it
says that's how it bees, and what
they're trying to say is, "oh,
please. Be fair: agree
we did our part by
faking up a story for
your mind to fart
around in: you
did your part,
too."
It's
absolution
of a sort-of
sort. It's true as
if held true.
The white female who won't put out,
the white female who will, are both
just
there to make one point:
the patriarchy
is or isn't with
us still.
Either way, producers plop
a plot with roles to signify
not human beings: human things
that mean more than they are,
and why. And people fart
around in mind, and nod
and wince, and frown at
what.
Whatever has been
neat set-up
to be frowned at.
So
we're
absolved
of all we've
got.
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