Hipster brigade
with the sideburn fade.
NRA lite
joking/not joking alt Right,
passive-aggressive simps
pretending to be chauvinistic chimps,
throwing poo
into the milieu
for a troll-lol-lol —
each a petty asshole.
Gavin McInnis, the founder,
likes a big rear-pounder,
taking a dildo up the downside
of his brown-slide,
on live tv
to prove he
is a man ’s man,
a bro-stan
of Ayn Rand,
conflating his own hand
with gov overreach
up the breech.
And by this token
and that token
and that token
they think the Woken
are thus broken,
but useful idiots
are also vidiots —
technicolor fools
over which the new rules
of tribalism
and bible schism
are isms themselves,
sprawling across untidy shelves
and crowned in tinfoil hats,
contentious with so many @s.
Guns, god, and glory,
or so goes the story
they tell themselves at night
in their monitor light,
but the keyboard alt-right-shift
and the libertarian thrift
only go so far,
like a shooting star,
and so they tweet and greet,
meet down the street
in Cabela ’s gear
like a Camo steer,
pretend-soldier boys
with compensating toys,
assault rifles held tight
in case there is a fight
from their instigating,
screaming, “Race-baiting! ”
as they take aim
like that movie by the name,
“Falling Down ”,
but looking like a clown.
No, mother is not proud
of sons overly loud
as they grandstand
in their KKK-Pop boy band.
Real men don ’t whine
at their own punchline,
and pwning themselves just so
no one else can have a go
is like a skit full of snark
from the creators of South Park.
And this “jk ” defense
doesn ’t make any sense.
They are wired
and, some, Trump-inspired,
meming meaning into their days
in a Red Bull-and-bullshit haze,
playing at PR on youtube,
five rubles a newb,
in the comments section
with little self-reflection
while badmouthing Joe
on his Rogaine show
for doing his own thing
because they are Alex Jonesing
while hunkering down
and bunkering down
in a cyber stronghold —
for fuck ’s sake, their shit ’s getting old
Tangleroot And Tressknot 