Old Tamain

there once was a goblin Tamain
who boasted of all his domain
his heavy gold crown
creased a permanent frown
on a head that grew slowly insane

till a traveling man wandered by
and watched the old orc sob and cry
why shed tears so cold
when you're all clad in gold
and your riches are stacked to the sky

enraged old Tamain drew his blade
the last mistake he ever made
the grizzled old lord
fell upon his own sword
squashed flat by his crown where he laid

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One of More

I am not one of two
...like you
like you
here and there
weighed up and dished out
I'm waste
unfit for the banquet as guest and meal
my blood on the wall
מנא, מנא, תקל, ופרסין (mene mene tekel upharsin)
numbered, weighed, and apportioned
and impressionable boys and girls
to be served at the table of two
for the scrutiny of those
who play their 'god given' roles

I am not third sex or gender
I am not third in some race to the top
by comparison who is first and who is second?
ah!
but men are first
...you say
of course you'd think like that

I am not this or that
playing at male
as if I could sew an oversized cock
to the outside of my pants
to make the guys feel comfortable
and to thrill the girls

I am not that or this

I'm not that thing

as if I'm trying at woman
when who I am is as other to women
as I am to men
because like women, I am also failed
...you say
the un-man thing
...as you say

rather a woman than un-man?
...you ask
I couldn't answer that

I'm just sculking at the banquet
for any food to eat
scraps of female
scraps of male
scraps of the offal
a guest in my own halls
servant at a table hewn
from the bones of my friends
their un-man carcasses
their un-woman carcasses
not good enough
not good enough for the dualist feeders
not even good enough for the dogs at your feet

we are carved up and slaughtered
crucified under your table
a surface of un-person bone
filigreed with un-human veins
upholstered in un-male and un-female skin
to hold up your junk food

junk food
adjunct food
the two-stuff
the di-sexual
as if what you are can be described
in opposition to just one thing
and if I am not the one of those two
then I must be the other of those two
well at least I am not man
and that gives you comfort
...right?

how you celebrate your food
where two spirits are prayed to
to bless the food
to feed the men
...you pray
make you more man
to feed the women
...you pray
to keep them, at least, un-manly

maybe, I have both spirits?
no, they're other than me
I'm one of three
one of more
one of a multitude
but not of two
not one of you

I know it's difficult
you don't get it
because day after day
you happily eat of the two-food
you're comfortable with that
that is why I disrespect you so much

Yes!
Sir!
Madam!
Would you like another slice?
No, I don't have any male or female today.
I'm out of stock.

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"Real Man," you say?

your target, not mine
you'll always miss
I don't even compete
I'm not a man

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Brothers and Sisters

it’s been some time since we last spoke
honestly I’m happy to hear your voice
how long has it been, a year?
and you so self congratulatory?

no, old friend
I am not you, and you are not me
we are not siblings bonded in blood
bound by blood we’ve borrowed or bought
you don’t know the roads I’ve walked
and I care little for the highways you’ve scooted down

you shoot such a cold stare
indignant eyes
how insulted you are
but truth be told, you should be thankful

thankful that you haven’t gone where I’ve gone
done what I’ve done
suffered as I’ve suffered
be thankful and content
hide under your sheets
because the sun is coming down
and my brothers and sisters are hungry

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