fingers

There are five kinds of people in this world
What color is YOUR banner unfurled?
There are thumbs, who only want to squash
Making messes they do not clean or wash
There are pointers, the dreamers who live life unbought
Follow them or not, either path is fraught
Mocking middlers, anti-disestablishmentarian contrarians
Some look like clowns, some like librarians
And the fours, who disappear before your face
More and more each day in this inhumyn race
There are pinkies, fooles who want the world to laugh
They see the cup quarter-full, not half

But i'm just whipping this out of my behind
Don't hang it in the hall, don't build a steeple
For if humyns were the six-fingered kind
i would tell you there are SIX kinds of people!

ally

Fighting white patriarchy since a youth

Systemic biases unholy and uncouth

"Him/her" straightjackets i've striven to undo

(been railing about that since 1992)

It's nice to have company, that's a boon i've prized

But please don't call me "ally", it's a bummer being marginalized