Straight Crickets

By Mark Antony Rossi

The chattering of chubby cheeks is like a bowel movement of the mouth. It spills the bile of yesterday across your naked feet. The undigested propaganda of a mean-spirited bystander. The age is upon us where the word of a man is mocked as a lie until proven otherwise. He must be guilty. He must have touched her. He must have a baseball team of skeletons in his closet.

The gender wars have devolved to gendercide where destruction is the only price permitted for victory. Confusion is beyond the norm. Don’t ask a co-worker for lunch you might be accused of making weird jokes about cucumbers.

Don’t holler in the public restroom even if you are inquiring who is actually sitting in the stall next to you. Steal some dice from a board game and throw them down the tile floor. Better chance to get an answer to your concerns.

Someone told me my masculinity is toxic and is the cause for every social ill humanity faces since Adam blamed Eve for being evicted from the Garden of Eden.

If I remove my testicles the chorus of conformity will sing in perfect unison. If I remove the other thing the chorus of confusion will scream in perfect key. If I pledge to shut up and let protesters on the border of fascism have their way

I am no longer toxic.

But if i sincerely seek dialogue to determine how best to improve society for our sons and daughters, I see a tumbleweed roll down the street. I can’t find a painted protester if I suddenly agreed global warming is real, I am alone.

And all I hear in every direction is Straight crickets.

About the Author: Mark Antony Rossi is a poet, playwright and author of the bioethics volume “Dark Tech” now available from Amazon. His most recent plays have been produced in Liverpool and New York.

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