Who knew I was into old men?
I have my fetishes. Hot candle wax. Flogging. Golden Showers.
(giving not receiving) High Heels. OPP. (you know me)
But not old men, especially old rich white men, my whole life
they have been my enemy, staring down from shiny offices
in tall skyscrapers, overseeing the world they own and everybody
in it, including me, they own me.
I hate them. I don't want to touch or be touched by them, ew.
Old rich white men, vultures of capital, eating the yolk of unborn
dreams. Old rich white men, picking bones out of my family album.
And then you came, Bernie, yelling from the wasteland we call home
you, angry and hopeful, voice like sandpaper on media, scraping it raw.
Bernie your wrinkled whiteness was a pass to the Old Boys Club, they
eagerly waited to induct you with one backroom handshake.
Instead you got all Jeremiah, Isaiah and Ezekial on them. Instead you
said no more, never again, fuck this, I've seen this before in childhood
stories of Pharaohs crushing slaves to dust. My family, you said, was
dust in the Holocaust.
Who knew it would be you? Your mouth a megaphone for the voiceless.
Who knew, I'd be into some alone time with you, in a voting booth?
What I know is that I've been a slave so long, I painted my chains
gold to pretend I'm free. I got a key but it opens their locks. And they
have the key to my chains. Can you hear the metal falling?
It sounds good. Like making love in public. Like making justice sweat.
You make me sweat Bernie. You make me see things. You are Beyonce's
diamond dress on the statue of liberty. Glittery freedom for the lost.
You're the Mr. Drummond of my Different Strokes saying, "It's okay,
Arnold you'll never live in the projects again."
You are a Jewish prophet breaking bread for people, saying we can end
the endless war as a bird blesses your speech.
You are Darth Vader's apology to his son for the mask he wore, the masks
we all wear because we're scarred by Empire.
You flew the American eagle to snatch Trumps hair off so he'll chase it
instead of chasing us out of the country.
I'm into you boy, I think you're doing great things. I think you're cute.
The people think so to, we took you and remade you, lovingly
into Hotline Bling Bernie, Soul Train Bernie, Gay Pride Bernie, Founding
Father Bernie, you are a clay doll shaped by millions of hands into a Janus
statue entering the parade, we dance around you, boy, into history
because we're into age play.