These days, people
complain about “gas
prices” and “poli
tics” and how
nothing makes
they veins pump
with flames except
“reality
television.”
That makes me
so mad. I
want to shakem
like bad rat
tles, dammit. I
want to plug
they noses with
Duracells to
light that bulb
in they head.
Folks want
others to
solve they prob
lems. They
refuse.
They lay
back and talk
smack because
they think apol
ogies are
“I’m sorry you feel
that way.”
These days, people
say “it’s hard
work” and they jerk
and play and
hurt and pray and
still fuck around and
still pretend they
sleep at night.
Because they got some
thing called “Entit
lement.”
One of these days,
people.
One of
these
days.
i like when you blog your poetry.
it’s refreshing.
and good.
Always entertaining to listen to white boys rant about “entitlement.”
Especially when they appear to be trying to appropriate a “black voice” to do so.
Kudos.
Either I’m missing something or you are, anonymous. Would you care to expand upon your previous statements? I don’t quite get your point.