Bullshit/Horseshit

Never thought pronouns were so slippery. 
That words like man, woman, or 
even transgender would require 
a village to define. 

But 2022 -- and really a few years 
before this -- call for some reappraisal. 
That genitals are no longer 
the determining features they once were. 

There's a compulsory sense of wordplay, 
neither inspiring nor entertaining in the least. 
The sort of micromanaging of language 
once reserved to the middle-aged and bitter 
has been appropriated by a generation 
of entitled suckers. 

They don't write poems. They don't play songs. 
They seem to draw embarrassment or confusion 
to every conversation they enter, and are unlikely 
to endure like the painter or the pioneer. 

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