A woke fool awakened, saw itself in the mirror.
It was demoralized, at the way it appeared.
Why was it, it had gone woke, it wanted to know.
For it’s years of wokeness, it had nothing to show.
It’s hair was an ungodly purple, it was tangled in knots.
It was covered with scabs and and pus leaking spots.
It had rings through it’s nostrils, a couple of brands.
With long filthy nails adorning it’s filth crusted hands.
It scratched it’s head  a cloud of flies rose.
They settled back slowly onto it’s stinking clothes.
A whiff of it’s ripe body odor finally filled it's nose.
My God it thought, someone bring me a hose.
It took off it’s shoes, the socks stuck to it’s feet.
It’s feet stunk to high heaven, boy did they reek.
It took off it’s jeans, which stood up on their own.
It’s shirt came off next, it was all skin and bones.
It kicked off it’s underwear which stuck to the wall.
How had it come to this, what nonsense infected it’s skull.
Filled with self loathing, it got into the shower.
With a can of comet for it’s scrubbing power.
Layers of crud later, seeing himself he was shocked.
Must have shed ten pounds of dirt, the drain was blocked.
He next grabbed the hedge cutters and cut off his mop.
The vermins nest hit the floor with a sickening plop.
Feeling cleaner and lighter, he looked into the mirror.
He was moved by the moment, he joyfully wept real tears.
Thank God he thought, how did I fall for such a sick joke.
Convincing losers like me they’re special when woke.
He got on the internet, and ordered his first red MAGA hat.
Turning his back forever on those damn woke demonrats.
D.L. Crockett 2-24-2021