The Closet

Shirts neatly folded
Stacked in orderly rows
Whites with the whites
Blue with the blues
And down below
Set in decorous lines
A regiment of shoes
Each paired with their
Appropriate mate
Lying in the corner
Soon to be discarded
A neglected heap
Of the faded and torn
Everything as it should be
Coded and categorized
It makes life so simple
Never having to search
Never having to think

copyright Sherry Obsheatz

Damaged Goods

Damaged goods, inflicting damage
A sickness festering in the dim
Light of hate
Sharpened on the grindstone
Of ignorance
Spewing forth putrid slights,
N*gger this and n*gger that
Fag this and fag that
Whore this and whore that
The virus running ever deeper
Manifesting in false smiles
Bottled in sugar-coated insults
And sold to us as
Thug this and thug that
So gay this and so gay that
Bitch this and bitch that

And the ones in their lofty perches
Laughing and gloating
At the teeming masses of
Poor and working folk
Ever satisfying their
Greed machine
All the while nurturing
This multitude of abominations

copyright Sherry Obsheatz