the wingers

if you go as far as you can in one direction you might just become exactly what you’re running from.

one points the finger at the other

telling it that it knows all about what

s/he stands for & on this side

the winger states all the aspects of her/his

parameters & the details, suggestions &

manufactured ways of understanding all

add up to a perfect little box

which only changes when the greater group

says so.

 

marching in line behind the rest

one winger stares across the way at its

opposite &

with all its ideas & views stuffed in its head it

assumes a

crystal clear focus

having rehearsed all its slogans

having agreed upon all its poses

having put on its lip balm to start

kissing a*s all across the board

smiling for the pictures

hugging the babies &

when asked question after question

the winger responds appropriately

with no real thought of her/his own

stating all the things about what they read or what they were told to

say when confronted by

the

machine.

 

churning, spinning, churning &

make-believing to themselves that there is something

so different about them from those other humans who

don’t believe what it is that they do

or at least pretend to believe---

the wingers define themselves by the

convictions corresponding to the rungs of whatever ladder they are

attempting to

climb &

they are all

just a few blowjobs away from

becoming

immaculate

idiots.