Time For Me To Be Myself Poem by Julia Luber

Rock bottom pisaller. Pistol of my underground cosmological earth.
When the climates' changing and my patience has hit a complete dearth.
And even love has swollen into a barbaric need to kill: to kill for morals
of being informed first and to that not even they could take a swill.
One would never guess. One would never know. This has become a
completely convincing and tight lipped immaculate shit show.
Amidst which the tenants we value of being alive- of fair representation
and words in their context, have just not been kosher and in jive.
In jive with life's celebration and emotions' best feeling. Instead into
hell, things have been rocking and reeling. The billionaire getting a sex change,
as if there's nothing better to do. And even worse surfacing in the places that
were at one time so dear to you. The executive director of the social justice agency,
enjoying the billionaire's dominance and complete brutality of me. And is this
a step up or a step down from the other killer clown she loved to love. Getting
me all worked up because I actually saw the murder she committed because…..
I never knew things like this could ever happen. And it's time for me to be myself
and totally snap in despite. One with the timing. Turning on the light.
Ocean to dive in. Enemy to kill. Yeah, I'll be the one to take that swill.