Some kids took those lectures seriously.
Tried to unravel and analyze.
Deconstruct and be political. To be
Sensitive to gender; use the ‘his’ or the ‘hers’
Po-co, po-mo, po-Poocault, anti-co, re-co:
Ithin (avasana vashayen), tho ko?
They took it seriously, you know:
Started living theory. The boy friend
Who wouldn’t allow you to be squeezed by a random twat became a bother.
Start to de-sexualize the nipple of the mother.
Grow serious faces, tone down to the paces
Of your Professor or Doctor. Or their coolie or clerk.
I saw them, I see them, I pity them good bye.
The God that made thee has her foot
Leveled at thy skull. Teach you the voyage of the Argo.
Screw you on its hull. Kandy’s non-smoking
Temple-going, blind beggermen’s
Subaltern discourse. As good as the ammonia in the
Rain-forsaking, August-grazing polka dotted
Reindeer’s shit. For, the human, I mean:
For you. For me. For “epistemology” — sure, a victory.
These Knowledges is where the common die. Kings
Hold their shit rag banners high.