Viva la Rebellion
The following is a poem I wrote upon asking my followers to give me a word to make a rhyme out of. The word was paucity…
I’m out on my last stint
Doing that shit
That plausibly
Such an atrocity
I never met a fool
Who can do what I do
With audacity
And an apostrophe
I lit a fire up under my ass
And it burns
But it feels so good
Viva la hood
Master of disaster
King of denial
If only I could save you
I wouldn’t walk a half a mile
You’re a thorn in my side
A splinter in my eye
The storm that rolls across my sky
The shame that makes me wonder why?
God Damned Rats
Shittin all over the place
It pays to be brave in this fucken rat race
What typa fucked up shit is this?
Fightin to get to the cheese
Last motherfucker to get to the end
Last motherfucker to breathe
Uh uh uhhhh don’t touch that
I wouldn’t do that if I were you
Then again
Go ahead
I’m getting sick of the likes of you
God Damned Rats
Playing games
Just shittin all over the place
What a world! What a world!
It’s the end of a dying race
A cabinet full of crooks
A drawer full of hate
Pockets full of don’t ask
Splatter on your face
A dream that’s going nowhere
You’re lost and can’t be found
Hide tide for fear of no man
That wall is coming down
You’re Cabbage! You’re CABBAGE!
Says the shmuck to the fool
You’re Foul! You’re Foul
Says the crowd to the gavel
You’re Wrong! You’re Wrong!
Says the fool to The Dawn
You’re Pathetic! You’re Pathetic
Says The Dawn to the crowd
Are you cereal? Are you cereal?
Says the gavel to the shmuck
We’re all Cabbage! We’re all Cabbage
Can’t you smell the muff?
A last-ditch effort to derail Trump’s pick for education secretary will end at Betsy DeVos confirmation hearing on Tuesday. The controversy over DeVos nomination began during her first confirmation hearing on Jan. 17 and has since escalated into protests, petitions and candlelit vigils to sway Republicans to reject the confirmation.
What happens when you shake a snow globe? A whirlwind disseminates around whatever masterpiece lies beneath. And as that masterpiece awaits patiently to be revealed, the shaker continues to shake and shake and shake, as though chaos is more amusing than art.
