All Aboard, Or Not

I'm the one on the platform

refused to board the train

to populous Victimhood.

I mouth a sweet good-bye

to the boneheads that love

hearing me grovel

for speaking up for myself

even if it's in a painting

or a poem.

To be a pawn in their playbook

holds no special appeal,

so I don’t mind standing alone

in the loading zone waiting

for the stench of despair to clear

and the fog of sobs to fade.

I'm catching the next train

bound for Happyville and bid adieu

to the victims of themselves.