The Decade ‘Human’ Died

your obsession with vanity

worries me, all sexed up

suggesting no grasp of dignity

a red rag for toxic masculinity,

bulls rage, chancers chase 

making their advances

taking their chances,

sit back, strap in

and brace for the ride

you’re alive

sick and living

in the decade 

‘Human Died’ 

imposter syndrome

is on the rise,

animal level compliance

ain’t no rocket science

keep’em sweet

keep’em dumb

keep’em obsessed 

with everyone

virtue is a loaded gun

let’s kill each other 

just for fun 

transvestite 

trans-shite

fighting the good fight

means you’re far right,

calling out the sinister 

doesn’t make you a winner 

sit back, strap in

and brace for the ride

you’re alive

sick and living

in the decade 

‘Human Died’