I live in a community

of half-fascists

under a hippie exterior

is hirohito sipping tea

 

I ponder cutting my mustache

into a hitler

but settle for

a bearded khomeni

 

by day I work with

the poor and downtrodden

by night I mock them

mercilessly

 

and my favorite thing

to do with you

miss holier-than-thou

 

isn’t appropriate to divulge

in a separated-caged

border-family-forum

such as this innocuous poem,

 

unfortunately