When you smile for me
get my approval beforehand
lest I mistake mirth for pity
lest my delicate sensibilities
briefly become senseless
and find offense
It’s gone beyond political
this correctness
we incarcerate our words
wrap them up in wool
wolves still baring fangs
that make our throats itch
Slander all you like
just make sure to filter first
to coddle your derision
and make it friendly for all
hate equally
and stare blankly ahead
Half so Happy 