by William Skink
Today’s poem is a poetic anticipation of tomorrow’s post. Enjoy.
the wonders of woke and weaponized race is that bullets are plentiful like targets to chase all those white ladies clucking their tongues? sorry, young buck, your candidacy's done the signals of virtue have changed to alarm they claim you are angry with intention to harm you made a mistake the weapon's not yours they gave you some blanks while locking the doors but this is the game you chose to play with their set of rules at the end of the day so here's an idea from a movie that's old the winning maneuver? game theory says DON'T!