Costumed As Social Decorum Poem by Julia Luber

It is a world they know nothing about. And you know that
by their profound and repeated displays of pure lack of respect.
You know they do not want to know and that they have had
things set up so that they will never have to know. You can tell that
they don't know a thing about that world. You can read it in their
pure insensitivity and their underhanded gross rudeness-purely
a matter of subtle instinct: a sadistic intensity and bold brazen unctuous
obtuse violative extremeity costumed as a kind of social decorum. Their
idea of being superior and special is so crass and so undefined. But
they will force the sun to bow down to them despite. They will do anything
to humliate and demean what they know nothing about. To set themselves
upon a pedestal that they own through their sadistic and dehumanizing instincts.