The Incelosaurus

His brains bound by the amber sap

Of base misogyny

Misplaced in perpetuity

In swamps of self-disgust

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The Incelosaurus, a beast

Of the pernicious kind

Of shapes and colors multiple

But of a single mind

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“Give me what I deserve,” he says

By that, he means the world

And access fully unfettered

To foxy female herds

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Appendix sad and rock salt dry

A crouton in the sun

Left hand, right hand, he cannot choose

But he knows who to drub

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A rank and dank den, in the dark

His natural habitat

Whatever Mother hurls down there

His diet for the night

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A spirit less piquant than mine

Could sense its feebleness

Take pity on the dinosaur

Then find out it’s a Rex

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In the digital pack, sometimes

A monstrous king does rise

With the most trenchant of keyboards

And merciless of mics

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Stale secrets and scavenging tips

To gorge on female pray

Are barely just the beginning

He seeks to make us pay

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Transphobic, misogynistic,

A boundless violent storm

Which deserves all our attention

Lest it become the norm

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Speak to your boys and all your friends

Do not assume they’re good

For you may find Jurassic nests

In your neck of the woods