You’re an artful Trixie,
a transgressive Becky,
the basic bitch anima
of cruelty free Vegan Pho,
washed out rainbow hair,
and curated clapbacks—
I never liked your kind,
so combative, so delicate,
so earnest in your woke abnegation,
but you’re clogging up my feed
with your emoji callouts
and performative prattle,
so I hope you don’t mind
that I’ve blocked you,
muted you,
unsubbed you (forever)
on every digital platform,
in every tangible way.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Rusted Honey 
I love this. I like to see anger in poetry, sometimes. Poets aren’t just soppy souls: they have claws too 😉 When I write them I call them my POPs –Pissed-Off Poems 😉
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Thank you!
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You are welcome. It’s nice to read actual poetry 🙂 Your photo of the Tube train made me smile. Harrow and Wealdstone features in one of my early poems on my blog. Are you in London?
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thank you again, I appreciate people who are ‘into’ poetry like I am. 🙂 Regarding the photo its a stock image provided by WordPress, and I’ve only been to London once, I actually live in Chicago!
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