Proud Boys

The Compulsion To Serve

Danger lurks in the ocean deep. Everyone knows
That all species genetically aren’t the same
Yet all are in one water and breathe using gills.
A few fish are aggressive. Prevailing cheap thrills
Motivate their compulsions. They prey without shame
Upon everyone’s freedoms. There arrogance shows.

Life must have been too difficult coming of age
Having suckled on hatred and rigid belief
That all fish are not equal… some must be put down
And kept there for eternity. They are renown
For the redeclaration of bigoted grief.
Therapy for such schools should become center stage.

I’m afraid in this ocean. Though I am not lost
Still I am brightly colored and proud to be so.
Someone once called me ‘boy,’ and I took great offense.
Many scores have passed since then. Today it makes sense
To detach from this drama. The coming shit show
When the orange turd is flushed I’ll avoid at all cost.

I am glad I have shelter and relative ease.
Monitors of elections we need from outside.
Scale the rim of our toilet to keep a sharp eye.
Since we are third-world-like, what we need is a fly
On the wall that ain’t paid for by colored folk pride
To ensure there’s no cheating through their expertise.