Freedom As Prophet/Profit!
My freedom is a decree on the discussion of Democracy
My freedom may decrease profits
My freedom increases the creation of prophets
But now they want to stop it
How obnoxious
I’m nauseous
Seasick
Growing UP! Throwing Up! I've fallen Up!
Man Overboard!
Where they, Saints or Slavers who sailed across the seashore?
My ancestral cousins lie buried on the sea floor
A cold coral sea bed in Poseidon’s Master Suite
Lie again and tell a friend.
I beg your pardon, who knows who the Hell Hades will pardon
Today, Tomorrow, or next Week, the next Year or any time Beyond that
When they can’t impersonate or intimidate US
They copy, with impetuous
It’s Print, not Paint! You Narcissist Narcissus!
Sign the double-dotted line
But be careful not to color outside the margins
Matter of fact, Don't you even use Colour at all!
No Carbon, No Toffy, No Coal, No Copper, No Coil
No Spring! No Step! No Tap! No Jazz! No Sass! No Zest!
No Taste! No Case! No Space! Noting Special! Nothing to See here!
Move Along!
No Escape!
Just another sticky situation
The hilarious hollering hot mess in this whole wheat white bread nation
Don't you dare ask for no Avocado on your Toast!
Only dry Rye with your old wine as you whine
A Toast to the Most unrelenting, uncaring, diabolical or Hosts
Don't choke as you swallow that bitter sip,
Make sure not to spill a drip,
because they have convinced you that that cup runneth over is filled with the blood of your God.
A beautiful blanch bloody bureaucracy bouquet
Old ornate maps divided by bold black lines
Dyed in burgundy blood and turquoise tears
But we shout out!
Scream!
Yell!
To have No fear!
Speaking creatively, of course
Colonized Crash Dummies on a
Collision Course
They made of mothers and Fathers
Mammies and Mandingos
They don’t want us to create safe spaces
So pull up your bootstraps and tie up your laces
They're burning bridges now
Harriet said No turning back
Now the erasure of black historical faces
You’ve already won the competition when you race against racists
…
Pause for applause
Bow!
Pause for the squads
Never Kowtow!
Pause for the cause
Then let them milk your influence
Feel that heat up in your chest
Right where your aunty hides her money in her bra under her breast
Prometheus!
Fire for the fire
Fire for the Liars
Hephaestus!
Fire for the piers
Fire for all your desires
Zeus!
Don’t crown me, kill or call me sire
Smite thee!
Unleash Hell Hades!
Unless you're ready for me to call out your royal mess
Your holiness, then thou
You have more holes in your chest now
The wind blows, and the thunder howls
You can hear the whistle in your head
How profound the sound
When they found em, they already knew he was dead
On site
Get your mind blown and your body right
Even when your pockets are fat and genes kinda tight
Shoot on sight
Gimme the loot, gimme a light, make me a fucking deal
Barded with Balder, Barton, and Bartholomew
But not me
That isn’t part of my cultural field
Plant crops, harvest, but don’t kill
You'd better cook your plate
And
You'd better eat your meal
No will go unfinished, spoiled, or spilled
All golden eggs are boiled, and golden apples are peeled
Unoriginators of The Oligarchic Olympus
