Sometimes it is the only thing left to say
When they are deep in their throes of ecstatic rage
Fuck me harder
When they are climbing over their own feet
To queue up to rain insults and trauma and ignorance
Down into your open mouth
Fuck me harder
When the individuals who comprise the system are
No longer distinguishable as male or female or young
Or old or rich or poor or parents or people
Fuck me harder
When my soul is groveling in the pit of my stomach
And the only tactic is to wait it out, to count
Each excruciating minute out in the syrupy
Small coquettish voice I  have cultivated
Fuck me harder
When I'm tired and shredded and congealed
And limp with sweating, sweltering tides of anger
Fuck me harder