May Day

last year for May Day
I was a lonely robot,
crying out to empty space.
this year I have found my solace,
and no longer need to
make a distress call.

when I think of May Day,
I think of a maypole, peasant girls
twirling with ribbons. but
apparently it has something
to do with workers of the world
uniting and losing their chains.
I wouldn’t know, as I am
a useless, decorative flower
of the capitalist class. but
I’ll give you solidarity,
if you’ll have it
from one
such as I.

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R. Brookes McKenzie

what fresh hell is this

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