The poem you are about to recite is politically incorrect
which isn’t really a problem
– you love that shit.
It might also get you beat up.
That’s cool, too.
Instigating trouble is what it’s all about.

But they might not like you
after they hear it
and that may not be something
you can bear.

The fury is to be expected
but the not liking?
That, somehow, is a bridge too far.
How can you handle the opprobrium,
the remorseless judgement?

Better you skip the whole experience
than dare the raised eyebrows.