Friday, November 18, 2016

Kit Kelen #323 - correct (parts 2, 3 and 4)


323

correct
2

we only pretend equal, the same
your skin or all between the legs
my need
your want

what's mine's not yours
and gimme gimme

how I came here's not your affair
out of my way
shortie
fatty
girlie
dog

this is the real world
get used to it

kingdom
power
and
glory

all present
and correct


3
what does it mean?
that we shouldn't care
about the feelings of others?
that it's best to laugh at them?

to taunt until well let's see what happens
pick at the scab till blood comes

you mustn't think rape or racism's funny
you mustn't mock conscientious belief

oh pardon me if I indulge such strictures
and tighten the noose around your freedom
which, forgive me, would seem to be
'just screw them before they screw me'

yes, the world and we could be better than that

it's no sort of nanny-ism to think
that others deserve the respect I expect
though yes, a world that way would be safer


4
'politically correct'
like a joke from the seventies
come back to haunt us

perhaps we were a little doctrinaire
but we could take the piss
we could barely tear ourselves from the mirror

those who have hoped for a better world
who gave it their hearts and minds

in the dark
as long as the dim
deny hope
in favour of their fondest lies
which all amount to
'I am better
why can't the lesser just comply?'

what gormless fools these bigots are
take away the mirror
then they will see
actual others

please correct me if I'm wrong

laughter is always at someone's expense
then let it begin with being at mine

and let's go on that way

forever and ever
amen




2 comments:

  1. here's the complete draft poem in one place (for reference) --

    correct

    1
    he really doesn't mean what he says
    he just comes out with these things

    some
    times

    he's not trying to offend anyone
    just a little set in his ways

    please don't pay any attention
    he wasn't referring to you

    you're not one of that kind
    it's not all about you

    some people have too thin a skin
    some people can't take a joke

    it's creeping – this correctness
    like some people know how

    not to offend
    like the rest of us are fools

    we just tell is how it is
    we just say the truth

    it's the first thing
    that comes into your head

    boong and nigger
    poof and yid

    don't they see themselves
    for what they are?

    they're all too sensitive by half
    can't they take it?

    we don't mean anything by it
    I'm just saying

    and then there's one of us
    so sour – calls us out for just words

    (one of us – that gets my goat)
    let's call them out

    for – arrogance, is it?
    for thinking they know it all

    there's too much history in some
    it's like they know how words must mean

    what's wrong with a little lynching?
    it's too good for them!

    you feel dumb
    they talk down to you

    with knowing what you are
    to say just what we all say

    everyone says
    what everyone knows

    it needn't be behind their backs
    I call a spade a spade

    how useless the disabled are
    that's exactly what!

    and let's all laugh at mental illness
    isn't it funny the way a girl throws!

    the other tribes are jungle dark
    you simply cannot trust those monkeys

    we know they're dirty, dangerous
    we don't mean to offend

    we know about the baby's blood
    know all about their vile disease

    and worst of all are turban-heads
    saw yours off as soon as blink

    their slaves are women
    they won't drink

    I know what I know
    and we'll show them

    who's right and wrong
    it's like my daddy said to me

    once wogs were far away
    but they're next door now, these hoardes

    so many to a room, and mean
    and once an x always an x

    and no, I don't know y
    never the twain shall

    I have a secret ballot
    you won't hear a peep out of me


    2

    we only pretend equal, the same
    your skin or all between the legs
    my need
    your want

    what's mine's not yours
    and gimme gimme

    how I came here's not your affair
    out of my way
    shortie
    fatty
    girlie
    dog

    this is the real world
    get used to it

    kingdom
    power
    and
    glory

    all present
    and correct


    3
    what does it mean?
    that we shouldn't care
    about the feelings of others?
    that it's best to laugh at them?

    to taunt until well let's see what happens
    pick at the scab till blood comes

    you mustn't think rape or racism's funny
    you mustn't mock conscientious belief

    oh pardon me if I indulge such strictures
    and tighten the noose around your freedom
    which, forgive me, would seem to be
    'just screw them before they screw me'

    yes, the world and we could be better than that

    it's no sort of nanny-ism to think
    that others deserve the respect I expect
    though yes, a world that way would be safer


    4
    'politically correct'
    like a joke from the seventies
    come back to haunt us

    perhaps we were a little doctrinaire
    but we could take the piss
    we could barely tear ourselves from the mirror

    those who have hoped for a better world
    who gave it their hearts and minds

    in the dark
    as long as the dim
    deny hope
    in favour of their fondest lies
    which all amount to
    'I am better
    why can't the lesser just comply?'

    what gormless fools these bigots are
    take away the mirror
    then they will see
    actual others

    please correct me if I'm wrong

    laughter is always at someone's expense
    then let it begin with being at mine

    and let's go on that way

    forever and ever
    amen

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  2. Ainsi soit-il Kit! (hilarious poem!and so healthy to laugh, thanks for the opportunity of doing it! )

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