by William Skink

Today it’s a poem. Next week, maybe a little exposure. Stay tuned.

stakeholder talons piercing your mind
as velvet glove fascists creep into view
rebranding campaigns evolve over time
seed-planting thought now coming to bloom

identity narratives you wear like a suit
as inhuman forces pretend to have skin
forget how they conjure, diluting your loot
and internalize deeply that whiteness is sin

if you can't do this you might be turned off
denied the smart grid your betters have made
the future is WOKE--you think we're joking?
just try laughing from the depth of your grave