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"honkey" poems
You won't believe what I went through when I went to a black man's barbershop. He was a racist **** and when I left, I called the cops. He forcibly strapped me in his barber chair. Then that punk shaved off all of my hair. As I looked at my bald head in the mirror, he laughed at me. He laughed and said that I deserved it because I'm a ****** But he stopped laughing when the cops slapped on the cuffs. He said that he didn't want to go to jail and I said "Tough!"
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
Racist Barber
You’ve got your ragtime, got the blues Got country, rock, dubstep, each a different hue Hip-hop, rap, Americana, funk Disco, electronica, they all go bump Indie, groove, folk and heavy metal Screamo, emo, punk, they’re for the rebels Pop, classical, tribal, thrash Dark wave, bluegrass, techno, acid Garage, roots, acoustic, dance Alternative, jazz, ******** trance Afrobeat, christian, reggae, jam Honkey-tonk, surf, ska, big-band Ambient, industrial, club, tin pan alley But who’s ever heard of plow music?
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Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC
Plow Music
I have been insulted for sharing out my peasant songs, pataphorical poems, on the table of the cultural patriarchy the insults have come in a serial flow into my dark soul a basin of condemn, it began as my duty to take my poetry to the bottom of African latrine, followed by volley of insults like ; cerebral panicking insensitive idiot, a gifted ******** of arsolian poetry One other contumely went aboveboard to announce me a better dead ****** i wondered how much one can **** without erstwhile duty of creation, now i have been condemned in starkness, to be a beautiful walking ghost of William Seward Burroughs, Uhm! folly of eugenics, No! i am wrong, this accolade, i seriously decline to take, my innateness is not wounded at all, by anything near to genetic disorder, i am only conscious of my luckless past, of Slavery,colonialism,wars,re-colonialism Then poverty spiced by open ridicule , And partly trenchant and half-honkey tease firmly fuelled by racial intolerance, i have now been mistaken in awry, to be a looming ghost of William Burroughs, and i am not i am purely my self, without imperious wide blood any where in my by black veins, i may easily have chimpanzee blood, Flowing turbulently through my vessels, but no tincture of white blood in my zoo, Burroughs broke his virginity with a ***** i have remained a ****** for three decades, As African virgins marry only virgins, Burroughs was the king of underworlds; chasing lessbian prostitutes and gays, to quench his mad erotic appetite the turf in which i am a better sham, Billy was a serial criminal, ever on the run, my soul is clean as new pin, in fact gorgeously dressed in the unique royal attires of as a Bristol pin merchant, Billy worshiped crime and drugs my piety is anchored on freedom of all, Billy went to Latin America for ***** i have been there to mourn Gabriel Garcia, the Nobelite who was alone in deathly solicitude Billy never lifted a finger against tyranny, my arsolian poetry is center-pieced on nothing, other than African chantings for liberty, freedom for the white and black peasants perhaps to unyoke themselves, from the yoke of vicious human avarice.
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
MY SOUL IS ANTITHESIS TO THE GHOST OF BILLY BURROUGHS
I have been insulted for sharing out my peasant songs, pataphorical poems, on the table of the cultural patriarchy the insults have come in a serial flow into my dark soul a basin of condemn, it began as my duty to take my poetry to the bottom of African latrine, followed by volley of insults like ; cerebral panicking insensitive idiot, a gifted ******** of arsolian poetry One other contumely went aboveboard to announce me a better dead ****** i wondered how much one can **** without erstwhile duty of creation, now i have been condemned in starkness, to be a beautiful walking ghost of William Seward Burroughs, Uhm! folly of eugenics, No! i am wrong, this accolade, i seriously decline to take, my innateness is not wounded at all, by anything near to genetic disorder, i am only conscious of my luckless past, of Slavery,colonialism,wars,re-colonialism Then poverty spiced by open ridicule , And partly trenchant and half-honkey tease firmly fuelled by racial intolerance, i have now been mistaken in awry, to be a looming ghost of William Burroughs, and i am not i am purely my self, without imperious wide blood any where in my by black veins, i may easily have chimpanzee blood, Flowing turbulently through my vessels, but no tincture of white blood in my zoo, Burroughs broke his virginity with a ***** i have remained a ****** for three decades, As African virgins marry only virgins, Burroughs was the king of underworlds; chasing lessbian prostitutes and gays, to quench his mad erotic appetite the turf in which i am a better sham, Billy was a serial criminal, ever on the run, my soul is clean as new pin, in fact gorgeously dressed in the unique royal attires of as a Bristol pin merchant, Billy worshiped crime and drugs my piety is anchored on freedom of all, Billy went to Latin America for ***** i have been there to mourn Gabriel Garcia, the Nobelite who was alone in deathly solicitude Billy never lifted a finger against tyranny, my arsolian poetry is center-pieced on nothing, other than African chantings for liberty, freedom for the white and black peasants perhaps to unyoke themselves, from the yoke of vicious human avarice.
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My hands are mad ugly My face is ok sometimes My mouth often says rhymes By the dozen.. or More or less by the second I don't talk to my cousins My family is too far I long to shine afar and be the light that guides you like slaves running away Looking at the northern star Never led astray Unlike their ****** brothers Who wanted them to die Or plow dirt in the fields Will you bow and yield? or is your strength revealed?
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
Ugly
4:27 am Outside on my balcony Four stale ciggarettes Smudged red lipstick Hint of whiskey breathe It's cold! Silk robe On a vintage bar stool Feeling inspired By no other than you Incredible Hours of flirting Minutes of kissing Endless of touching 240 seconds of a ***** "Thanks doll call me sometime again" Gone. Here i am incomplete Felt like nothing Why? Oh why? We had such a good evening Then dinner for two Imagined What damage a thought can do Thought it was worthy Almost too good Girl afraid Simply used He got his What do I get? Sloppy kiss goodbye Four stale ciggarettes ****** tonk breathe Good hair for nothing Simple regret
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
regret
Wars Pillage Disease Religion Money God Soul Attrition Governments Environment Man Condemn Hope Space Future Question Abortion Children Hunger Apathy Mortgage Empathy Judaism Catholicism Islam Baptist Banks Greed Gluttony Foreclosure Black White Division Impasse Blind Death Legions Secret Collaborate Destruction Abscond ****** *** ****** Jew Fat Skinny Tall Short Ignorance Intolerance Hope Hate Love Death Poverty Wealth Displacement Abstract Reality Agony Distrust Temperament Conglomerate Drugs Pharmaceutics Capitalist Socialist Fascist Conformity World ********** Society Downfall Atrophy Silent Protest Propagate ****** Life Precious Dream Regress Degenerate Exfoliate Human Substance Into Nothing Hell On Earth Freedom A ******* Mockery
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
Freedom
women are from venus and men from mars and i thought women only come from bars without the moon we get no light from stars ****** tonk ba donka donk rear ending cars if it weren't for love we wouldn't need hate without relativity, we can still relate without time, we wouldn't wait without fire we'd have no fate without google, we would live no lies without google we would have no eyes without death, no one dies without agreeing, there's no compromise with our friends we hate on other friends with no means there would be no ends without pain, the heart never mends with no mind, no one comprehends
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Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 9:57 PM UTC
The People Without A People - part 8 of 1
Cook our intelligence Look at the belligerent Hate filled hornet nest Continent of ****** pest Fumigation of the U S litigation red tape when a sticky red fate gets caught on tape Oppression communicate When killers walk out gratis CIA, FBI, NBC, All of them be Lying to me, cause the tv told me this was the nation of the free **** that we are a nation of slaves Haven't evolved since yesterdays Declaration freedom from tyrants Then drove the natives to tears Never equal when they see ants Regicide of a king who had a dream Martyr the leaders to slow the steam Now the nation burns its mainstream ACAB, SRA, BLM, All of them be Talking to me, cause life told me That freedom it ain't really free Data stream use instant transmission Every one, one team with one mission Can silence a king how about a nation All chasing the dream of compassion Fighting mace and tears with passion While our president hides in his residence Plotting with pence on building a fence And Biden forgets he was the antecedent Passed in 1997 military gear to the precinct Two party election, its insanity or compliance That trump boy works with Geppetto Puppet and toy to masters he echos Funny money, president to get dough String pullers they really made a show Now the polls they swinging so low But Biden's another flunky Dancin to the biddin of ****** Oligarch kings of the country Sayin dance you ****** donkey **** the country till it walks funny Scared of the protest they cant contest Plants in the crowd to **** interest Cant fold wont be fooled by insects Declare a war on our country's best Commit war crimes in blue vests I don't know where our future will go But if we keep movin and never slow Where we're goin is better than now Yesterdays wounds will heal I know This nightmare could end tomorrow Maybe this was never the land of the free But it could be if we wanted it to be If we plant the seed nurture it and see Keep it safe from greed's insanity Nurture it with bodies of the bourgeois
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Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 8:38 PM UTC
Question Authority
Cook our intelligence Look at the belligerent Hate filled hornet nest Continent of ****** pest Fumigation of the U S litigation red tape when a sticky red fate gets caught on tape Oppression communicate When killers walk out gratis CIA, FBI, NBC, All of them be Lying to me, cause the tv told me this was the nation of the free **** that we are a nation of slaves Haven't evolved since yesterdays Declaration freedom from tyrants Then drove the natives to tears Never equal when they see ants Regicide of a king who had a dream Martyr the leaders to slow the steam Now the nation burns its mainstream ACAB, SRA, BLM, All of them be Talking to me, cause life told me That freedom it ain't really free Data stream use instant transmission Every one, one team with one mission Can silence a king how about a nation All chasing the dream of compassion Fighting mace and tears with passion While our president hides in his residence Plotting with pence on building a fence And Biden forgets he was the antecedent Passed in 1997 military gear to the precinct Two party election, its insanity or compliance That trump boy works with Geppetto Puppet and toy to masters he echos Funny money, president to get dough String pullers they really made a show Now the polls they swinging so low But Biden's another flunky Dancin to the biddin of ****** Oligarch kings of the country Sayin dance you ****** donkey **** the country till it walks funny Scared of the protest they cant contest Plants in the crowd to **** interest Cant fold wont be fooled by insects Declare a war on our country's best Commit war crimes in blue vests I don't know where our future will go But if we keep movin and never slow Where we're goin is better than now Yesterdays wounds will heal I know This nightmare could end tomorrow Maybe this was never the land of the free But it could be if we wanted it to be If we plant the seed nurture it and see Keep it safe from greed's insanity Nurture it with bodies of the bourgeois
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