I am the scourge of the earth.
I am an old, white guy
hated by all from their birth —
young whites, browns and blacks and oh, my,
yellows, reds, gays and so forth.
Women of all ages blame
me for all that is wrong
from unequal pay to matters
related to childbirth.
Even other old, white guys
hate me for siding with the
young, brown, black, yellow, red,
gay men, lesbians and all women for their
complaints of infinite worth.
I just can’t win — an ogre
of age, gender, race and
straight sexual orientation
it seems,
a puzzle to myself, a
liberal among
right-wing conservatives,
a heretic of progressive
Christian views,
an anachronism, too.
I have to admit that as
an old, white guy, I
am yesterday’s news.
Not a one percenter,
just a man of modest means,
but, go ahead and lead me to
Robespierre’s guillotine
as I sing the blues
and blame my parents
for giving me birth too soon.
For, if I could have been born
much later,
I, too, could have been an old,
white guy hater.