Monday, April 19, 2021

NaPoWriMo, Day Nineteen, Poem Seventeen

All Are Ennui

If there is

there can be no
extra help. 

Just help you haven't
gotten to yet.

White people are
never happy.

Don't ask why.
they may explain,

their catheter 
of catharsis 

drives right in.
Someone must feel good.

They can tell charity
from tribute. 

More-than fair share lacks.
Better get to work.

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