Shutoff
My mouth tastes
like yesterday
and this morning
had a party
of the century
all cause
the construction man
was in a fight with
the city man
and the city man
had it up to here
with the law man
and the law man
was in a bit of a pickle
with the rich man
and the rich man’s rich friend
so the law man
told the city man
to do a rush job
and the city man
cut a few corners
so no one gave me a notice
so here I was
quarter to ten
hollerin’ and carryin’ on
at the construction man
who could only give me an apology
and a business card
and I told them people
they should’ve just hired
that nice Black lady
with the fancy degrees
and sharp pant suits
and I’m not saying
she would’ve fixed everything
but at least
when I went home
to cut on the news
I’d be one belly short
of another rich man’s scheme
Dom Witten is a Black poet raised on the beginning of a one-way street in Detroit, MI and the Co-Executive Director and Program Facilitator of the Poetics Lab. Her work establishes futures with more joy, sass, naps and emotional accuracy.