these pig nests of poems
and platitudes
defecating tubes
of hot air
endlessly ranting stars
you call them artists!
and mister!
and dispossessed black boys
why should they know better?
chanting their shibboleths
hello! fellatio!
their smart arse foul mouthing
their hoodies and hos
they all seem so knowledgeable
carnal and calm
no man
no woman either
has ever heard less
or felt more