Love is Perfect

		Love is Perfect
			When . . ..
	
		I don't waste my time with you
		On Satur days and Friday nights
		Smiling and nodding to your stupid
		Male Chauvin-pigstic thoughts
		Not wanting to upset you
		Because I know how not to cause
		A scene from Jerry Springer
		Your stupid favorite show
		Where you learned all your stupid ways
		You think it's cool
		When the gay prostitute french kissed his sister’s husband
			But it's just a sick sad world with sick sad people in it
			Everybody cried when Columbine had its shooting
			But Nobody cared when the kid at Carrollton was
			Shot by his schoolmate while another lay wounded
			On the ground next to him I could feel his pain
			His pain was pain no more painful than
			The ones dead in the library at Colorado
			And no less painful than the science teacher
			Who opened his wallet to look at his kids before he died
			But who sees the Georgia kid dead besides those who were there?
		You were not there.
		Because you’re here, dipping your salted French friends
		Into the cheap salty mcdonald’s ketchup
		Spilling some onto the oily table
		The chemically clean table.
		Oh wait.  You changed your subject.
		You’re trying to talk about the WTC
		Tragedy.
		Yes it was.  Yes that is inhumane.
			No, not all Muslims do not deserve to die you imbecile.
			All this time, people in Afghanistan have been living
			Exactly how we lived after 911
			Every God damned day.
			But nobody saw it, nobody could believe
			It was there.  Until it was right in front of their
			Fuckin faces, hard to miss two airplanes crashing
			Into two big buildings ain’t it.
			But it’s easy to miss the woman in Kabul
			Huddling in the corner as another bomb goes off down the street
			I don’t miss her because I can feel her clammy hands
			Covering her child’s ears so he won’t go deaf.
			I kissed her forehead and prayed for better days.
		But who am I to say how things should be
		Who am I to say what you should care for
		And shouldn’t, see and be blind to
		You innocently smile at me cause you’re thankful
		To be here without a care
		But people are still hurting out there
		While polished off your super sized chicken sandwich
		And I take a last bite out of my salad
		And curse myself for being a fuckin hypocrite
		Age is not an excuse
		Ignorance is not an excuse
		And I use them all the time
		On my Satur days or Friday nights