‘An Open Poem to Evil’ by Mike Bryant The Society June 20, 2022 Culture, Humor, Poetry 14 Comments . An Open Poem to Evil “Gravity is real… it’s hard to keep a bag of shit in the air forever.” —Alex Wilhelm You goofy spoofin’ kooks are pitchin’ poop. You’re selling poison no one wants to buy. A man can be a woman? That’s a scoop! To groom and kill our kids is kind? My eye! Those tales and more, you’re propping up so high Because it’s worth your while to fly the Lie. You’ll never blind the average gal or guy Because we always have to know the “Why?” We’re sovereign folks, we are not broke or woke. Your load is heavy, we will not comply. Gravity is real, it ain’t no joke. Your sacks of crap are falling from the sky. . . Mike Bryant is a poet and retired plumber living on the Gulf Coast of Texas. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. CODEC Stories:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 14 Responses Michael Pietrack June 20, 2022 I feel the frustration in your words. And rightly so. Reply Mike Bryant June 20, 2022 Thank you, Michael. I’m not frustrated at all… just dodging falling narratives… Reply Cynthia Erlandson June 20, 2022 What original and — shall I say pungent? — imagery! The metaphor makes perfect sense, and ought to open some eyes — er, noses? Thanks, Mike! Reply Mike Bryant June 22, 2022 Thanks, Cynthia. Reply David Watt June 21, 2022 Thanks Mike for telling it like it is. They’re still launching those sacks, but at least a few are starting to fall. Reply Mike Bryant June 22, 2022 They are launching them all too frequently, David… thanks. Reply Yael June 21, 2022 Thanks for the heads up Mike. From now on I shall be carrying a sturdy umbrella with me at all times. Reply Mike Bryant June 22, 2022 I might have to invest in a better umbrella, too. Thanks, Yael. Reply Margaret Coats June 22, 2022 Popular diction of high significance! And I use “high” as polite slang for “smelly,” as well as meaning “way up there.” Reply Mike Bryant June 22, 2022 Thank you, Margaret… I’m still considering the perfect word for your Uber priest… Reply C.B. Anderson June 22, 2022 Why don’t you let us know how you really feel, Mike? Reply Mike Bryant June 22, 2022 I started to let you know how I really feel, but I toned it down. Reply C.B. Anderson June 27, 2022 Yeah, I can see that. I loved it, and it has as much punch as the famous Lizzie Borden poem. Shaun C. Duncan June 23, 2022 The opening line is brilliant and the rest of the poem lives up to its promise. Your choice of imagery is perfectly disdainful and you’ve done well to bring such humour to a sick situation. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Captcha loading...In order to pass the CAPTCHA please enable JavaScript. Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Mike Bryant June 20, 2022 Thank you, Michael. I’m not frustrated at all… just dodging falling narratives… Reply
Cynthia Erlandson June 20, 2022 What original and — shall I say pungent? — imagery! The metaphor makes perfect sense, and ought to open some eyes — er, noses? Thanks, Mike! Reply
David Watt June 21, 2022 Thanks Mike for telling it like it is. They’re still launching those sacks, but at least a few are starting to fall. Reply
Yael June 21, 2022 Thanks for the heads up Mike. From now on I shall be carrying a sturdy umbrella with me at all times. Reply
Margaret Coats June 22, 2022 Popular diction of high significance! And I use “high” as polite slang for “smelly,” as well as meaning “way up there.” Reply
Mike Bryant June 22, 2022 Thank you, Margaret… I’m still considering the perfect word for your Uber priest… Reply
C.B. Anderson June 27, 2022 Yeah, I can see that. I loved it, and it has as much punch as the famous Lizzie Borden poem.
Shaun C. Duncan June 23, 2022 The opening line is brilliant and the rest of the poem lives up to its promise. Your choice of imagery is perfectly disdainful and you’ve done well to bring such humour to a sick situation. Reply
