Poem About Richard Spencer

This poem is about how everybody thinks they are the good guy.

Warnings >> Nazis >> Confusion

Don’t twist your definitions

beyond recognition

or you will be sorry.

People may pass each other on the street

and say

“Wow. That fella sure is sorry.”

Others may empathize.

You may gain a following

as you walk.

You are the author

of a little world.

But be warned,

keep it straight, man.

Make it Good.

Or you could turn into Richard Spencer,

self-taught “racist Nazi,”

seeking abominable regime.