Life rolled up at the gate
And reached out with
Arms like scythes,
Beckoning me forward
Its eyes dark and unknowing.
I thought I had time
and hung back, indecisive.
While the seat looked inviting,
I had reason for fear.
Then the Master of the Ride looked at me
And marched over to the lever
"Get in" he barked impatiently and the door banged shut like a bomb.
It is now time to use what I've learned
about big hills and wild curves:
Lean in, not away,
And see yourself victorious
At the summit.

Three ****** and it starts
An x-ray tells the story
The door to the tunnel has opened
I hope that this road has two paths
And not one.

This land is my land,
Always been my land,
It is not your land,
Because it's my land.

From the redwood forests,
To the Gulf Stream waters,
This land's for those who look like me.

Using the n-word
24 separate times
in public spaces
doesn't show that you're hip.
Or even provocative.
It just shows
that you're an idiot.

I sincerely
  Hope your
beautiful home
Is industrial-strength
 Plexiglass.