Published by

K Mark Schofer

Ten and Thousands of white males have taken to the streets

Brandishing camouflage, bullets, guns and posters of
their incarcerated leader.

Looking to injure, to destroy 
And shoot any dangling big word using Snowflake.

It’s hunting season on snowflakes as the wildfires 
Hide their prey.

And pray is what they do,
That they bag their snowflake 
And burn a book on the way out

For now they buy more ammo,
Lubricate the semi automatic 
Part of their arsenal 

And take another chug of
Their Cult 45. Liquid courage
Looking for chaos and bloodshed

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.