Paul Ryan, you motherfucker (a poem letter)

by Mae Currell

Paul Ryan, I cannot call you dear.

Many are the things I can call you

But then this letter would be nothing

But a long introduction &

So I will choose one name, Paul Ryan,

To go with yours

Motherfucker

Probably you say, “That is preposterous & crass & utterly inaccurate

I would never blank my mother.”

Maybe not

But guess what, motherfucker

Other people have mothers, too,

And you are fucking them

And not in the biblical sense,

Motherfucker

Your self-righteous smug-ass know-it-all patriarchal smirk makes me

So damn sick

That I am in danger of becoming actually ill,

Which I’d better not do because I’ll be up

Shit creek if so (instead of just wading in shit shallow waters)

You self-absorbed motherfucker

Since you hold yourself as deserving of healthcare

Please use it to treat your myopic life view & delusions

In what reality do you exist, motherfucker

Your elevation of your “work” is a damned joke

You are literally ruining people’s lives

That’s how you wield your power

That’s how you use your influence

To ruin people’s lives

Are you doing Yahweh’s bidding, slaying Hobbes’s Leviathan

You pseudo-philosopher

Your dismissal of others’ work is an immoral disgrace

Social services are markers of the “Culture of Entitlement”

The healthy should not support the sick

Your professed “faith” says the actual opposite

You hypocritical sanctimonious self-satisfied fuck

I guess you need to see apples & oranges lined up together

So let me help you out motherfucker

Did you know people pay for roads & bridges, even if they don’t drive… because roads and bridges are part of a functional society?

People pay for public schools even if they have no children because education is part of a functional society.

You want to shut people out of (a) society and (b) LIFE

Because they are poor

Or sick

Or poor & sick

What good does that do

What good are you creating

You’re fucking sick

This seems to be your plan

Secure your own goods

Gather your own resources

Wave your flag, toss human sacrifices to your angry God

And make damned sure that you have the upper hand

So that human minds born into states of health & circumstance

Less cushy than your own

Stay in their untenable conditions &

Most importantly

Feel shame about it.

Sit down, motherfucker.

You are the definition of entitled.

 

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