Glass House

Stop dragging the queens,

criticizing tiaras you mangled,

mascara streaking in response

to your abuse.

Tootsie

Mrs. Doubtfire

Some Like it Hot

Shakespeare, anyone?

There’s a new moral philosophy peddled to pedestrians:

Moral Selectivism, the backbone,

the spinal column of

Hypochristian Nationalism.

Just a cherry-picking minute

until they come for you,

hair in braids, merino woven

with linen for cool summer suits,

eating bacon wrapped shrimp

and beef stroganoff

in a mother’s milk cream sauce,

powerful men (accompanied

by Karen) profiting from

the suffering children,

and throwing stones

from mansions

made of Baccarat.