Knuckle Draggers

Ain’t
nothing but
knuckle draggers,
they said,

expecting
their words to
stab us like
daggers

but all

that sword
play’s gone to
their heads.

You
thought power made
you powerful but power
over slaves
is unsavoury,
an inbred state
of bravery –

unsanctioned
fables fallen
ill,

UNSTABLE-

you’ll maybe
invest
in just a
little
too far.

And
since my
metaphor
for a life of
whiskey and
minimum
wage could strike
a nerve
in ways
the whips could
never
begin to
memorize

or
learn,

I’ll stay
my hand, this
proletariat dance with
pitchforks
and Jaeger.

But make
no mistake,
these knuckle
draggers ain’t
without

their
alphabets
of
anger.

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