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!