. Groomers The words the school kids speak are not their own--- Fiends mold the untrained brain till every thought Is hostage to their noxious sexual drone. Their toxic tongues are rife with hype that’s wrought To prey on pliant minds and sully souls--- To torture and contort truth to the core. These grotesques push their grim and ghoulish goals By pumping tender hearts with gender lore. Their sick and wicked myth, it sings of joy And wonderment that swapping sex will bring To every transformed girl and transformed boy. This saccharine patter hides a bitter sting… While sugar coating chemical castration These monsters never mention mutilation. . Aargh, Jim Lad: A Current Cautionary Tale “Genderfluid? Kids are fluid about everything. If kids knew what they wanted to be at age eight, the world would be filled with cowboys and princesses. I wanted to be a pirate, thank God nobody took me seriously and scheduled me for eye removal and peg leg surgery.” ---Bill Maher When Jim was just an addled lad, There was a dream he often had That thrilled him to his callow marrow. As a fan of Captain Sparrow, He dreamt he’d sail the seven seas And feel the bold and brackish breeze Set skin and timbers all ashiver. Perhaps a wizard would deliver A perky parrot, fair of feather, A cutlass and some gusty weather, A sloop and Jolly Roger too, To let Jim know kids’ dreams come true. He didn’t have too long to wait. Next day a van drove through the gate Of Jimmy’s elementary school--- The Trans Team came with lots of cool Ideas of entertaining change, No matter how unhinged or strange. Midst joys of gender-bending splendor, Jim’s pirate was a hot contender. Such transformation held the key To everlasting jollity. Jim’s Treasure Island was in view, Post-chop and just a snip or two, Plus, potent pills to sprout a beard--- A pirate’s chin is never sheared When telling thugs to walk the plank. The Trans Team is the one to thank For peg-legs and each gouged out eye, Keen crow’s-nest schemes now gone awry, And parakeets, all foul of beak, That poop upon kids’ shins of teak. Although too young to hit the rum, Jim knows his wish was rash and dumb. No treasure chest or piece of eight Will free him from his tragic fate, Along with all his friends who took The crooked path of Captain Hook. If you consider Jim’s plight bad There is a tale that’s twice as sad. Jane chose to be a unicorn, With rainbow mane and spiral horn. She bucked one morning in her bed Till blood and guts and gore were shed. She kicked her transformed self to death Before the dawn had drawn first breath. The moral of these words of woe Is: Leave the kids to play and grow. Let Supermen and fairies fly Within the wide and childish eye… Never let an angel revel In the pledges of a devil--- They flay the flesh and slay the mind All in the guise of being kind. . . A Word with The Devil a villanelle How dare you plot our children’s fall from grace By telling them foul deeds are fine and fair--- You’ll pay for selling sin as commonplace. Don’t desecrate each infant’s sacred space With pornographic muck for them to share. How dare you plot our children’s fall from grace. Quit thrusting smut in every trusting face--- Twerking drag queens aren’t a kid’s affair. You’ll pay for selling sin as commonplace. Renounce transgender dogma used to lace Young brains and veins with poison pushed as care. How dare you plot our children’s fall from grace. No angel should be lured to trawl and pace The labyrinths of sexploitation’s lair. You’ll pay for selling sin as commonplace. In times when truth is rare and hard to trace, Lies mesmerize and maim the unaware. How dare you plot our children’s fall from grace--- You’ll pay for selling sin as commonplace. . . Susan Jarvis Bryant has poetry published on Lighten Up Online, Snakeskin, Light, Sparks of Calliope, and Expansive Poetry Online. She also has poetry published in TRINACRIA, Beth Houston’s Extreme Formal Poems anthology, and in Openings (anthologies of poems by Open University Poets in the UK). Susan is the winner of the 2020 International SCP Poetry Competition, and has been nominated for the 2022 Pushcart Prize.