"Anybahdy gotta pen in heah? I'm notta Boy Scout f' chris'sake."

"Faggot, nigger, kike" and the like:
words I've seen carved into white
on tiles, plastics, walls, and boxes
of tissues with knives in order to shock us.

And I wouldn't think to look for hatred and slurs
intuitively in the bathrooms first.
But men seem torn to drive their knives in
or not and consider their silence a sin

because I guess their thinking that this is a must
to write to other anonymous boobs their lusts
of women and hilarity, bigotry and booze
with single, simple-sentence manifestos like "I hate jews!"

And the opinions are grand and the opinions are bold
with the pretentious intention of spreading what's told,
selling to like-minded fools, the young and naive,
who should be so taken by what they read as they relieve

themselves of the burdens of food, and standing in thought
to instead sit and rest for a moment; so deeply sought,
for a chance to abandon our social realities
and in our solitude contemplate those angry misanthropies.