Some things just rub me the wrong way (a poem)

My reaction to a poetry reading/open mic I recently attended…

I want to make this as clear as possible
I have no interest
in alliterative wordplay and sardonic observations
disguised as topical commentary
to give me the chance to listen to myself speak

Yes, it’s a clever demonstration
of technique and skill
but where is the genuine emotion?
Expressions of privileged white liberal outrage
are not the same thing

Perhaps we’ll have to agree to disagree
but as long as I have to listen
I’m going to have an opinion
and will leave here further resolved
to do things my way

(22 August 2015)