time for another great flood?

who has time

to work anymore, we have to march

and riot, set

things on fire

and tell the world

who we are,

and what we want.

here are the pronouns i will

accept.

does anyone just get up

and go

to work and punch the clock

anymore?

put in a hard

eight hours then go home.

does anyone really

care that you're a man in women's

clothes, or a girl

with a gun

and a mustache?

it's annoying.

exhausting.

no one cares what you call yourself

or what you do

with your sex organs.

sew something on or

cut something off.

have fun with that.

what possibly could go wrong?

call me when you have a real

problem.

do we need a law, a parade,

for every circus

freak coming down the road?

you're just a person, a human,

not unlike me

or you. go ahead and

be who or what you want to be,

then get a job,

go to work,

then go home.

give us a break and

leave the rest of us alone.