Problematic by Ben Nardolilli

I weep in my demi-cubicle, drink in the stall,
Never stop posting online, never stop bragging
About how much I hate my job,
No investments, no retirement planned,
No mortgage over a car, let alone a home,
Jesus, God Almighty I’m bad at Capitalism
 
I can only mumble the lyrics to union songs,
I forget meetings, say off-color things,
Keep climbing up to peak liberalism, still vote,
Still wear the first American flag as a cape,
I don’t read theory and markets don’t phase me,
Jesus, God Almighty I’m bad at Socialism
 
I pay my taxes, call myself an American,
Don’t punch Nazis, only make cocktails to drink,
Then get drunk and talk about institutions,
Call the cops over fireworks, don’t squat,
Don’t have a zine, and don’t wear much black,
Jesus, God Almighty I’m bad at Anarchism
 
But, I take orders from Black women at work,
Dance with men, wear pink in public, date
Disabled Muslim immigrants, and swipe right
For White genocide online, meme Marx,
Never lift, and always eat plenty of soy,
Jesus, thank God Almighty, I’m bad at Fascism

Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, The Northampton Review, Local Train Magazine, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is trying to publish his novels.