In a month or so,
we’ll all line up
heel toe heel toe
bootstraps high and tight
against our shins so as not
to betray the fact that we are
to be here;
we will stack ourselves in tidy rows and parcel out
our tiny pencils
we will color in the circles
(This is the Big Test that they told us
we’d all need to take someday. If you mark outside the bubble
your answers are invalid.)
Is your name at the top? Good.
Did you get your sticker? Excellent.
Don’t forget the perfect pout, or if you’re closer to the left
a countenance of precious outrage
Fifty-seven likes and there’s the proof
you played your part.
And on one side there are guns, on the other
protest songs and the signs can be distinguished by
precision of the grammar and you know which one’s on your side and I know
who sits on mine and if things don’t go the way we want I
I’ll start a triple hashtag revolution
Man my keyboard
is on fire.