I watch the secretary I know
taking her daughter around the corner
to go shopping.
It’s funny to watch desperate men
hold onto desperate jobs
watch desperate women
for holding those jobs
and the men talk back, like they did to their 4th grade teacher
and they are convicted of their male privilege
and forced to write
“I am a bad man!” ten times on the board.
I laugh, as I usually do
while society plays all sorts of strange music.
It’s a mournful dirge, with pop—absent, the father
All classical sounds are free
but society plays what it can’t afford
they consume—instead of create
and consumption is a disease
there are few angels—mostly beasts
The secretary and her daughter are angels
without money, but with family
they have enough, and they know it
and the rest of society is a sad funny song
while the girls laugh so hard, they cry
and I’m laughing too,
while I write this.