Political Ping Pong

I am one-hunnit picent fed-up with all you sheeple who maintain your pledge of allegiance to the two-party scam. Every time your chosen tyrant makes it into office, you forget all the promises they suddenly forget they made, and then furthermore support whatever tyranny they want to enforce because it somehow suits your needs at the moment. Then when the G-Bird tilts to the other wing, you are suddenly infuriated that the other side is exercising the same tyranny that you had previously supported.

We Will Rise (Poem)

They whose names we must never mention hate freedom Because freedom means we dont have to believe their lies Which means we have the right to think for ourselves Which means one day we will rise

The Narrative (Poem)

God bless America Halelujia The government is here for you All those times you got lied to and swindled by politicians was all because you didn’t vote Yezzzireebub When you dont vote Politicians magically become crooks and liars So vote like your life depends on it Because it does

SELLOUT (Poem)

Sellout a stadium You think you’re something special Push millions of albums You think you’re something else Try so hard to get on Then forget where you came from Just cuz you talk about it Don’t mean you know where you are

Outta Hand (Poem)

Gettin hurbed by hurbs Gettin penned with the sheep Gettin played by chumps This is all outta hand Can’t say what ain’t kosher Can’t believe what is true Can’t fight with what we don’t have This is all outta hand

Another day in the pen… (Poem)

Another day trapped in the sheep pen Gettin fed all typa feed Camped up right side the sheep gate Waiting for my chance to flee I don’t know what they be sayin But I know it ain’t for me Cuz allz I know is I can see and what I see is blasphemy

Take it How You want It (Poem)

I say what I say And you can take it how you want it I’m not oblidged to try to change your mind I don’t need to answer your questions Or react to your antics Or partipate in your boorish mind games If you can’t understand what I’m saying Then I’m not talking to you I don’t explain myself And I don’t pander to tools

Crying in my Cornflakes (Poem)

Oh boOo hOoOo I’m crying in my cornflakes Every morn is the same ole thing I watch the news And bOoOo hOoOo in my cornflakes because I got no rights And I’m too lame to think of something new And too dumb to sit and think it through

The Matrix…

I was standing on the corner and that song came on. Now the matrix is buggin me out again. Sometimes it’s so real I can barely breathe. The thought of it ushers my insanity. Second stance, it makes sense that the world ain’t real. When everything in it has a bar code. And no bar can crack the code on how to live.

Real Gun Shots (Journal Entry)

I heard some real gun shots under the train the other night. Nobody even flinched. People just looked up then went back to their phones. The gun shots echoed and everything. Can you believe it? And they didn’t sound like firecrackers. WooOoah…