Them ol’ bums

Words to Black Boys
from a former one,
and others
who were told
that they ain’t
supposed to here…

that they ain’t enough,
especially those who
have no one
to fill their cups,
this is disastrous –
a recipe
a cycle for
our doom…
we cannot assume
or abdicate
the task at hand…
humanity,
and the dastardly plans
to divide and conquer
at a ROI… because
we refuse to understand,
that the only ones
who can save us…
is us.

Be wary
and don’t tarry
as the foiled felon
and friends,
they will not bend
and do not pretend
to have good
in them…
the golden rule that
once was taught…

do good, bend the knee
to the Almighty,
humble yourself…
do unto others?
Has been revealed
as a vile lie…

baby bye!

Look out for them
Ol’ bums
like my Bigmama
used to say…
that Queen didn’t play
she who
gifted me with lessons
until her last day…
get off yo’
rump and
vote these bums
outta office,
don’t get me started
we are waiting
for the fantastical
the ethereal, otherworldly
as we churlishly sway
in the winds
of acrimony.

A live reading of the piece 
over a J. Dilla track named: Detroit Game
that was playing un the background when I wrote this (Part I) below:

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