It's Like Call of Duty

“It’s like Call of Duty”

It is everything they allegedly feared In none of the ways they predicted

It was the symptom That fed the cause To become the cause To create the killer

It was the loneliness isolation devastation Of masculinity That made COD seem Like Real Life Until COD Became Real Life

Only an existence devoid of

could convince you that the mountainish inhumanity of eating a feast for a king in front of starving children was the manly thing to do the right thing to do

I know you are still lonely I have seen the way you run Never in a pack But singled out Like the slab of meat you are to them

"It's like Call of Duty" Means you are Still alone Still in your room Still staring at a screen No connection love hope

Make no mistake May piss rain down And melt the ICE Until only puddles remain

This is for the men of the future This is for the men who have not yet given in

Do not touch grass It is colonialism’s vague approximation of nature on this stolen land

Instead

• Say hi to a neighbor
• Swim in a river
• Tell a friend you love them
• Trace the lines of bark on a tree
• Let yourself cry in someone’s arms
• Listen to the birds sing
• Have a conversation with a homeless person
• Look them in the eyes

You will not need to join their urine-soaked ranks of disassociation, alienation, and emptiness When you have a real community to fight for