clear, simple, and wrong

(with a tip of the hat to H L Mencken: "For every complex problem there is an answer that is clear, simple, and wrong.")

angry? don't know why? let me help

it's him over there
yeah him, the one who doesn't look like you
or her, who doesn't dress like you
doesn't speak like you
doesn't think like you
is full of other colours
than your own darkness

forget for a minute that
they have two eyes, a nose and a mouth
and clothes, and words, and thoughts
and skin
and hearts

but they're not like mine, you say
they don't deserve
it's all their fault
they're too poor to be worth anything
and what they have, they took from me

yes, they stole your air
your gravity, parents, children, breath
they took your shitty job
because you didn't want it
honestly, who does?

but: who would you blame
if everyone was like you?
if everyone was looking for someone to blame?
someone would blame you
for all the shit
you try to wipe from your grubby, worn conscience
on to someone else

who, really, is just like you
and not like the heartless lizards in suits and castles
who give you all the shit you'll ever need
and laugh at you
throwing it at anyone but them

all their answers are clear, simple, and wrong
but to you, fumbling around
behind your angry blindfold
they feel good