That Old Communist
i remember sitting in the back of a lyft one day
the driver looked familiar but i couldnt place it
i asked him if he worked at south high back in the day
his eyes lit up a bit ‘yeah, half a decade ago!’
i mention an old favorite and a mentor of mine
the man chuckled and said ‘oh, that old communist?’
i almost laughed in reply, ‘him? a communist?’
the man who waved the flag like springsteen?
who called the declaration of independence ‘poetry’?
who nearly wept talking about ‘america not making it to 250’?
that milquetoast liberal is the man you call a communist?
i let it go and changed the subject.
talked about this and that
when i got home i just laughed
i howled and cackled
and i gave him one star
to the fascist all are communists
to the fascist there is no nuance
to the fascist we are all faggots
to the fascist we are all commies
to the fascist we are all filth
to the fascist we are the enemy
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