Last week my image of democracy
was seared by pussy grabbing pleonasm,
I wished to pupa, hide, to be in bed,
I wished to shield my nose from a scent of bullshit.
But then I pinned my hope to other words,
to triptych love in hope of women saying no.
Some men are more than mice,
and we want to walk beside you. Chant in pink.
There is still some time to ward of narcissism,
still there’s time to stop this lunacy.
I believe there will be a day for harvest,
a payday to collect rewards for saying no.
My postcard for the women’s march. I’m more man than mouse. Poem written for Mindlovemisery’s wordle.
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January 24, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I love that you used the Wordle to fight for a worthy cause. I am so disgusted, disillusioned, disappointed, angry with the outcome of the American election.
Poetically powerful and your dialect of words packs in gold.
Excellent use of the wordle Bjorn and clever you have used it to address the lunacy of the past week…
You could say that the pay day is partly now. To speak up is liberating. I like the subtle directness of your poem.