Ever since the media was triggered by that smirk
I realized my superpower; I can sniff out every jerk
At the playground I saw a 5-year-old smiling on a slide
And I knew in just one instant he is supercilious and snide
This morning I saw a baby boy, smiling, fast asleep
It was obvious by the curl of his lips he’s a bloody creep
My special gift is boundless and it continues to grow
At my daughter’s school just now I spied eight grinning shits in a row
This smiling expecting mother? I have zero doubt
The baby in her belly is a pretentious, imperious lout
Just pout! I want to shout
So he’ll be cool when he comes out
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Sentiments are not necessarily shared by everyone at Quillette.
Your verse just told me all I need to know
And I’m a woman so I’m morally pure as driven snow
The G of your name curls around like a big laugh
Plus you’re male so for you life is just a care-free gaffe
I’ve suffered and been victimized six ways to Sunday
While white male privilege is your open ATM of pay
You treat Gillette’s reeducation message as just another nag
The left wishes you and that kid were headed to the gulag
Yeah, I have a comment. I will say it because no one else has yet… RT
The Rational Observer
I
Am I maligned in the sight of the rational observer?
Is my is, the is that ought to be for me?
Is my ought, the nagging ought,
The shared ought of the rational observer?
I think and therefor I am rather biased
For I am but a man
With my universal grammar reckoning and
Haranguing the world
And each day more bias inculcating,
A fellow absorbed in the business of men,
Absorbed with my fellows, like the lion,
The lobster, the rat their business of being, absorbed
With their kind, armed with shortcuts of knowing,
Algorithms of certainty, for this is how things are,
And how things must be;
All made manifest long before me.
There is a dichotomy of seeing like the duality
Of the helix or of the sexes or of allegiances;
Or our decisions to fight or flee,
Or even to be;
And there are those for whom the is,
Is blurred, for the ought transfixes; and
There are those who have mastered the is, see
The is for what it is, and see the ought for what it is,
A cabal of biases;
And these are the rational observers.
II
The moment descends and I have fallen into weeping
And I know not why but that I must
Cry, embrace the cathartic surge,
Steel myself against the judgement
For there must be meaning greater than the meaning I know
And the rational observer, who in my youth
I understood as God,
God the arbiter if why,
For what mother would lie
To her child about what is
And what ought to be,
Ever mocks me with silence.
© Rhett Talley