Jeggings have reached an all time
climax in quality and technology,
which only gives hope
in the world of athleisure
2018 has become.
and perhaps people
will finally come to their senses
and stop wearing those ridiculous
shirts with cutouts on the sleeves,
jesus christ, have some dignity.
Maybe they show off the toned
arms of the people
who drink butter in their coffee
and run the holiday k’s
5k 10k 100k
or care about Tom Brady
because snap chat
or facebook for the fogies like me
helps eliminate the terror
of sending our children to school
with bullies, armed gunmen, microwave burritos
while we sit in traffic,
because bills must be paid
and we should be so happy to have a job
and a brand new corolla
and one of those pink cat beanies
all the white women use to toast,
with their vente lattes or pumpkin spice chai no foam keto sugar free bullshit
feeling all Gloria Steinem,
although evil still reigns the land, the world.
And we elected Joffrey Baratheon and
smile when gas is under five dollars,
because our lives are the same
better for our sniveling children,
who don’t eat their vegetables,
refuse us, refuse their teachers
get anxious when there’s homework
because it’s dog eat dog on the foursquare court
and we need to make sure our piece of this world
like the cowboys we are.
But without grit, toughness, hard work, resources.
Cowboys knew justice.
They at least knew that if they didn’t work hard enough,
they’d perish. But we’ve stopped telling
that side of the story, especially to our children.
Now, it’s all about what I can gain in SPITE of you,
card-carrying members of the blame game,
all of us, not caring to stop
the wheel of injustice
to give and give and give to others,
like all the greats did, the ones who actually changed things,
and probably didn’t brunch after their once a year protest.
Obama famously said “we are the ones we’ve been waiting for.”
Well, I can say, while wearing my jeggings, and looking away in disgust
at those stupid blouses with the cutout shoulders,
that if what Obama said was true,
we should cry into our Starbucks,
because we are the ones
who don’t care enough about anyone,
including ourselves, to tame this wild west
and by acting truly human,
make this world great
if not “again,” then, at least