Shyness messes with class privilege
I am a bad minority -- my ancestors
Are without electricity
Or blood
They stopped fixing broken lightbulbs
When few years ago
A miracle caused no one to change
My hair grew despite porn
And when I sat next to the candidate
I smiled politely and desired him
One of the campaign alternatives was suicide
So we stayed outside the masses
And handed out fake emails
We failed and failed and it worked out