Just Sayin'

Rebel (Primal) Yell

Sure you right, We like to
talk the smack around here,
long as no one returns the favor;
a double standard is twice as good.

We wanna have our Moon Pie
and eat it too,
Pretend to be sweet, but
when you leave shout 'Jiggaboo.'

We'll engage in criminal activity
worse than those we condemn,
but it's all good
long as you smile and add "Amen!"

We pick and we choose,
we pick and we grin,
there t'ain't never wrong-doing
so long as you pretend.

(And we know how
to keep our mouths
pure-deluxe shut about it,
by God!)

Plastic dashboard whitebread Jesus,
painted plaster lawn jockeys,
American flags made in Japan,
Confederate flag vanity plate.

Illegal fireworks flaring, blaring,
food scrap yard-depositories,
littering as a pass-time,
every piece of trash is treasure.


Let someone else 
clean up my mess,
I'm busy ignoring it
cuz I don't like duress.

Shamelessness is a full-time job;
self-control and self-respect
merely afterthoughts or
character defect.

'Southern pride' is
wiping your ass with reality,
and then complaining
that it showed up looking shitty.

We'll cut a deal in every
venue and medium--
except truth;
(there's not rightly a profit innit.)

Double standards are not 'Twice as Nice'

I'm overlooked for the 'cleansing process'

because my temple makes
the Weather Girls look like rail-thin waifs;
It's surely inclement climates after the ball
I have no cred in the not-so-gay
non-community, politicized with
Sizeist, ageist, racist, classist bastards.

Only a carbon copy, a clone of the me
I hope to be can aspire me to see
I'm worthy of the devotion never-found
Never-landing Peter Pan flying high, unsound
ricocheting insults and brandishing
bitchiness as shadows of assuredness
poor replacements for real common ground.

Self-hate looms large
in-and-out of the closet--
the down-low boys seek
the same 'sameness' as you,
so that the fret and threat of exposure
hangs over your fuck buddy's reality too,
cementing both in clustered shame and remorse
hope he's hung like a horse.