Smoking butts from ashtrays And twice-cooked coffee grounds, Bumming coins from my neighbors And searching for change on the ground. Mayonnaise sandwiches daily And buying ramen by the case I switched from Coke to iced tea. I like the difference it makes. Being poor is a decision I made It affects virtually everything I do.
Chaining any people Beating them with whips, Reducing their existence To ugly racist quips. Treating them as cattle And selling them the same Is horror of the highest stripe And is nothing like a game. This is sin. Using sales people to lie And bring people here Then making them slaves For a long period
250 gals and one old guy Lusting after me and I know why. I am a Congressman, I am a Republican, And they know what that means. It means big money in my jeans. Big money for partying hearty And if the bimbos are smarties They will kiss a lot of fat ass And never
The time is here, To overcome fear and apathy That come from a lack of empathy; When the regular folks don’t need And those fueled by greed rule, When our leaders are fools Who only care about the rich And those who pay them. This always is the birth Of the rape of earth and
I am sharing this opus It’s more of an onus Of just how things went But were not really bogus. I earned my life lumps Racing over speed bumps Trying to outrun cards dealt That were not quite trumps. Still I made it this far And while I’m not a star I suited and showed
At a stop on Barack Obama’s 2008 campaign, he gave a stirring speech in which he looked out into the crowd and stated “We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. It was a call to action wrapped in an element of challenge. Don’t wait for anyone to do what needs to be done, do
The indictment handed down by Special Prosecutor Robert Mueller of 13 individuals and 3 organizations is the first physical evidence we’ve seen that validates what every intelligence agency has been saying for over a year: that Vladimir Putin meddled in the 2016 election. The indictment reads in pertinent part: Defendant ORGANIZATION had a strategic goal
Fools blather about the glory of the fight And don’t hear the mothers crying at night. The wives of those marauders on the roam Cry because their husbands can’t come home. The children of these battle-addicted men Go away, eyes ashine, never to return again. And still the moneyed few, urge on toward Yet those
Pantywaist, This shows no taste. Light in the loafers, Maybe for gofers. Squats to pee, Who? Not me! Limp-wristed, It’s twisted, maybe. Sissy and sissified, Maybe somebody lied. Fag and faggot, You’re a bigot. Bigass Fruit, Zoot and all root. Tuttifruity, Call to gay duty. Half a man, Sometimes better than. Tinkerbell, Go to hell.
I’ve been thinking for a good minute about what to say about Black Panther. It’s not as easy as you might think. Let me dispense with some basics first. If you simply want to be entertained by a big budget blockbuster and walk out happy afterwards, this movie will certainly do that for you.