Spare Me from Liberals
I am surprised that I am not surprised by your gift to me.
Did you mean to give it to me?
Was it an accident
That your lips touched mine like an egg roll?
You are not Chinese food.
I like your white bread and the point that you don’t point
But are soft and kind and doughy.
Does that make me a racist?
Does my liking your blond hair make me a blondist?
There is so much prejudice among the anti-bigots
That they make the fascists look like open-minded humanitarians
And the haters look like kisses on a pier at a summer lake.
Spare me from liberals.
They are the edges beneath Obama’s speeches.
His tongue bleeds as he cuts it with well-intentioned lies.
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