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Wednesday, August 02, 2017

Hey, Pimp

Hey, pimp,
I ain't fooled.

You ain't never
been cool
despite your
shiny, freezer burnt
ensemble
and the badass
persona
you wear like
a shitty prison
tattoo.

You're the
manifestation
of all the worst
impulses
of amoral capitalism
and atavistic masculinity.

You're nothing but
a goddamned slave owner,

and shame on
anyone attempting
to glorify that
wretched ugliness.

[For
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2017/08/poets-united-midweek-motif-human.html]

10 comments:

  1. Could not be said any better. Awesome!!!!!!!!

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  2. Well that's told him. Now to speak to the thousands of other badass pimps. Great monologue.

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  3. "You're the
    manifestation
    of all the worst
    impulses
    of amoral capitalism
    and atavistic masculinity."
    Amen I second that!

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  4. There's power in these words, Buddah. And they flow.

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  5. Well put across, with rhythm too.

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  6. A wonderful poem!

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  7. A strongly-worded poem. Love the words, hate the emotions... I think, you'd understand.

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  8. Vile creatures...I would like to say what should happen to them but it might be too scary for the faint hearted:)

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  9. Slave owner, exactly. How pimps ever got glorified is beyond me, apart from the brain dead worship of cheap machismo that permeates that mindset.

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  10. Anger spills from this poem, B.

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