wrestling with congruency
I can’t hear it!
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Tags: tinnitus
whi/te boys gone
to the moon
plantin flags & stuff
why you boys goin
to the moon
dont yall think
yall done fucked up enuf
without messing
with somebody else’s world
in the beginning
it was africa
you just wanted to see
you said
& once having seen
commenced to fucking up
open up them china gates
& let’s hunt tigers in india
you whi/te boys sho nuff likes
what ever anybody else has
all ways got to be
digging in somebody’s bag
always got to be plantin flags & stuff
whi/te boys done gone
to the moon
just like they come here
talking bout it’s a
great adventure & we is
the first ones here
& plantin flags
whi/te boys gone to the moon
whi/te boys done gone to the moon
sho hope them lil brothers up there
dont show um how
to plant corn
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Tags: Africa, Apollo11, Martin Luther King Jr., white boys
rises up…
wealth
true
does
not
tric
kle
d
o
w
n
.
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Tags: champagne, new year, sparkling
Peace
and Prosperity
for the Poor
(for a change)
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Tags: new year, prosperity
When I can no longer walk
I will watch.
When I can no longer see
I will listen.
When I can no longer hear
I will tell my stories.
When I can no longer remember
I will make them up.
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