Nothing's very safe, it seems. Perhaps
The fascists have a case. I've trapped
Two mice outside my kitchen. Nasty
Beetles from Japan are congregating
In the ceiling corners of my living room,
And I've encountered two psychotics
As I went about my business in the city
Recently. I'm not afraid of immigrants
Or those who seek to change their
Gender. Crimes don't take place where
I live, but, still, I feel my life is threatened.
Maybe I'll support the fascists. They'll
Look after me.