The Earth is a zoo
and ghetto,
but I am
the Son of Mighty Ones.
I don’t run,
I speak
in impeccable diction...
being wise
ain’t pontificating,
it ain’t your feelings
as a thesis…
goodness gracious
we worship
fools and despots
who don’t read.
Cowards will cower,
when the hour elapses,
to pay the piper,
they will
slip and fall
collapsing in lieu
of their inhumanity
while begging
for the humanity that
they withheld
from others…
but God don’t
like ugly,
burn slow,
may the echo
of what you reaped
be sown…
no love,
gone is the time,
where the hungry…
are tendered bones –
instead meat or
tofu…
until they are sent home –
rewards deferred
to pearly gates
while the wicked
pillage
and chill
in extravagance
today.
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