with arms crossed, i'm being educated
about threat neutralization by an israeli
who is at once a stick and a comedian.
and yet his soul is torn, i can tell
war has not been kind to him

the emphasized realism of his fighting craft
is admirable like the ability of an ex-girlfriend
to leave me speechless, from pity or weakness or worse.
but there is no reality in any of what he preaches
only in what he is: a product of a system that breeds war

we're dancing with rubber knives and plastic smiles
under the banner of rape prevention
in the most sexually vapid atmosphere.
i fail to imagine anger, shock, confusion
i fail to summon the illusion of fear

and when he mentions in passing, like a bird
that relieved itself on my head the yesterday,
that we would fight a gunman that wanted keys to his car
if the car had his wife and child. i know it's trivial
but i feel helpless, while knowing next to nothing about war

the ideology of muslims, jews, and the rest of the cast
leaves my body like a puke-lubricated crawl to the bathroom
when the man goes from selling peace to selling t-shirts.
i know that i have only a couple hours left in my day
but i beg for a chance to spend them in less comfort, perhaps even suffering