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To The Modern Black Standard (Free verse) by ALChemy

Rid the infinite redirect- ed slave lineage models for a 76 Coupe Deville, civil hero dealer of pleasure and painkillers. Lest ye be written in the book of cattle people who you prod with pimp cain or cocaine or staff of god. What's the difference? Still the man's bitches. And those hos and bitches twichin' ass or kitchen grease slave to the neo-slave, maids baby makers. You say it's 'bout money you lie. Eyes turn from bright skin. For fear? For hate? For lust? You rage- (for the caged bird sings to the white feline (songs of Johnny Appleseed)) -"Why motherfucker, why?" What's the difference? Still the man's bitches.

ALChemy 8-Nov-05/6:49 AM
Maybe we should great each other by saying "Well hello there honky and how are you this fine day."

True but Dovina still doesn't seem to understand how them negroes are.




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