Large, Loud and Visible

 Gray Bloc tactics are a good idea

if a change of t-shirt helps you disappear,

but I stand out even when I’m indistinguishable,

even dressed in grey I’m too large to stay invisible:

so I might as well be loud and I might as well be visible,

even if I might get noticed by some fun-hating criminal

who doesn’t think I talk the way that well-behaved women will

when I decide to hit him with a little bit of ridicule

for warming up the cuck chair watching Elon and his polycule

of twittering little bigots

‘til a trickle from his spigot

stains the corner of his crusty flag

and leaves him feeling jiggered…

Most folk’ll never fuck a flag but then again this bigot will,

and until he puts his dick away

I stay

Large, Loud and Visible

because I know how much seeing me is guaranteed to piss him off:

A fat trans queer cripple who’s not interested in keeping schtum?

Who’ll make absolutely sure that the teenager he’s creeping on

is aware that he got jailed for his career as a Peeping Tom?

No matter how hard he maintains the threat to her is immigrants

or people like me sitting in the row of stalls she’s pissing in

the fact remains that he’s the only one of us with prison time

for stealing women’s knickers from their backyard washing lines

(I’m not making this up, that’s an actual local fascist’s crime!):

they throw ‘round words like ‘groomer’,

deal in hearsay and rumour,

while all the while they wallow

deep in homophobic humour

but statistically the far right are more likely to be diddlers

and until they all admit it

I’ll be here,

Large, Loud and Visible,

unblushing and unsilent and unstintingly insistent that

the world spins only forward and we all get to be citizens,

that there’s a world of difference between cross-fondlers and Christians,

that pogroms are not protests even if the press insists they are,

so point me out and pick on me and threaten to get physical

if that makes you feel better, but the fact is that I’m finished with

my years of staying super-silent, blending in and playing small,

and as long as someone’s needed here to drown out what you bray and bawl

That person will be me, 

Forever

Large, and Loud, and Visible!