This poem is not polite
This poem means to trespass
This poem is angry
You call me immoral
Your morals are conveniences
You are a hypocrite
No, this poem is not polite
You value life
and support the death penalty
Does inconsistency make you uncomfortable?
This poem trespasses on your comfort
The only life you value
is rich and white
Others you condemn to suffer
This poem understands anger
This poem spits at politeness
This poem trespasses through your morals
This poem is angry.
Too many words for Flash 55+ so submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Tuesday Platform
