Mar 12 • Poems
Anything but Mindless Good Taste
A poem about honesty, emotional restraint, and the dull safety of always playing it nice.
Please, anything but mindless good taste.
The false smiles, the forced fun,
the “crazy stories” that are just vanilla yarn,
safe and smooth, never catching, never pulling, never real.
The person who never wants to upset anyone—avoid them.
They’re either as weak as a kitten’s mew
or they’re holding back so much
they’re the cork in the arse of a diarrhoea-iffic fart,
and one day, they will explode.
If you can’t handle your emotions,
you’ll always be on the defensive,
always flinching, always bracing.
I’ve got your back against privileged bigots
and their working-class, deluded disciples,
against the culture wars
that weaponise minorities
so the idiots see white men as the only game in town.
I’m not on about that.
Just be a bit naughty,
mix it up,
see where the day takes you.
Spice it up.
Spices lift food to another level.
Add spice to your life.
Just like those Spice Girls told us.
(Maybe not.)
#Poetry #Authenticity #Emotions #Culture #Honesty #LifeAdvice #SpiceItUp
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