Hippie Wisdom

One of the brightest students in the Math Collectivist class at Karla Homolka High School is a young man called Wrapper Shemp Shempson. His street name is No Knack, and if you are in his youth gang you can call him by his gang name, Nob Gobbler. Wrapper has acheived top marks in culture, sensitivity, diversity, and caring in all five years he has been in Ms. Sappho's grade ten math experience class. Thanks to the loving embrace of our public education system, he has discovered freedom from toilet slavery, and now gets ten percent of his protein from mothers milk, fresh from the breast. He is a team player: one team member pushes his wheelchair, another team member hefts the diaper bag, and a rotating team of four provide fresh mother's milk. When he reaches his eighteenth birthday later this year, he will automatically receive his high school diploma and a scholarship to the University of Toronto to study Journalism. Because of white privlege, he cannot read. To overcome these unfair obstacles put in his way by a racist society, Wrapper writes evocative poetry. This poem has won the Ontario Commissioner of Community Safety and Emergency Management Colorblind Society Competition:

Why, Oh why does my bum hurt?
It's red and running with pus...
Health care is free in this province
but it's not really free enough

I am a descendent of victims
my needs are the care of the state
so where is my handout, you racist?
without your money I cannot procreate

How dare you call me an infant!
because I have the size of a man
your society is rotten with hatreds
O how I hate the heteronormative plan

It's time for my inadequate handout
work harder, you taxpayer scum ---
to all your enemies I give comfort
because, really, I want them to win

Ability? I have so little
if I did, someone would say I was white
socialists upon me they dote
because to them I give my vote

So, fork over your racist wages
Then I can call you scum!
Take my diapers out to the blue box
The spending of your money has just begun.

Wrapper will be receiving a bursary for ten thousand dollars to study Use of Color in Fingerpainting before he automatically receives his Honors B.A. in five years. I think we should all slap the ground, hoot, and toss vegetation at the impressive awards and credentials that have been given to this exemplar of political correctness.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.

Crossposted at Dust My Broom, because they care.