Now that virtue-signals are hopelessly confused,
And all the new TikToks silicone-filtered
And bots refuse to algorithmically read my verse
I will refuse to update my TwitFace banner.
I will stop exteriorizing the Luciferian hierarchy
From my pint-glass of unsalted gluten-free tears
Before petitioning my representative
For unlimited free abortion.
I will cease to sing the brilliance of blackness
And call light itself racist and homophobic.
Plainly, if you have one of those
You must be a woman. Excuse Us.