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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.
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Posted: November 5, 2005 5:38 PM PST; Last modified: November 5, 2005 5:38 PM PST
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Try Nina Simone:
You know I smoked a lot of grass, Oh Lord, I popped a lot of pills
But I never did touch nothing that my spirit couldn't kill
You know I see a lot of people walkin' round here with tombstones in their eyes
'Cause the pusher don't care, child, if you live or if you die
God damn on the pusher,
I said God damn him
God damn him, pusher man
You have to hear it. When Nina says God damn, you know God's paying attention.
The spacing and indentations are just my homage to the time honored Poemranker tradition.
Who did write "gimme a pigsfoot and a bottle of beer"?
I'm not a Jew. I'm Black Irish with a little Native American thrown in. Can you imagine the amount of alcohol I've consumed.
I do love the blues though.
I can't find anything more of "The Pusher" online except a 30-second clip at Amazon, which I don't think makes it to the chorus.
For every black person trying to progress there's two more pulling in the opposite direction. Black people are still being held down by there own misconceptions of themselves and self imposed stereotypes. I was inspired by the words of such men as Frederick Douglass, Booker T. Washington and Bill Cosby.
The caged bird is stolen from Mia Angelo and used in this poem to represent a married or seriously involved black man yearning for freedom to spread his seed to the white pussy. You see how this is probably not what Ms Angelo had in mind. -Bwahahahaa!- Ms Angelo.
In the last election, 58% of Americans with passports voted Democrat, 35% voted Republican.
So democrats are like women in the 1950s.
Personally I think both parties are old fashioned.