Toasting All Siblings Everywhere

The Final Installment: The Brotherhood of Dub - Dub Transmission 

 

So there he sits
the dunce, the dullard
the toerag
the eternal glowing optimist
cigarette drooling
on unscored paper,

what kind of fool is that?

This white man deserving
of nothing
but contempt
waiting on a line or two
to drop into his lap
as ash
without the sense of timing even
to call it quits.

what kind of truant is that?

His poems, should he promise any
ought to go unanswered
breakfast for the institutionalized
the terminally sedated
God help us
they replace pistons, rods
with processors
so he may perch steeped in wanking
a bona fide effrontery.

what kind of damned idiot is that?

anyway
where are his credentials?

who encouraged him in the first
instance
to sit all day hatching piles
while leftovers
stink up the place unattended to
and people come knocking
just to ensure
that he has not done us all a favour.

what kind of a waste is that?

Ib Sibling