Woodward, 2006
This one’s for MW–all the way down him for real.
No one know that next war has already started. They’re burning
the danes right now. They’re burning my people. Last week, I talked
to the cartoonist. He’s amazed that cartoons can change the world.
I just changed yours. Flip you out. Flip like that fucking flounder.
Turn, damn-it, turn!
They fronted the buildings, got outfits for the whores and
turned on the TV cameras. The journalists hated it. The hicks loved
it. The field was GREEN.
Why don’t you fuck me right here on the railing to the river. It’s cold.
Fuck me right here. Fuck me there, you fucker.
Get your hick-ass, shit, cracking ass into me & fuck me
here on the railing, push me in the river. You’ll try your hardest.
Do it idiot!
The dollars are flowing down Woodward. It’s a fucking river. Right
past Wayne State. Right past that café. Right past the dudes working the palace. Right past that
fucking Opera House. (the water burst last year)
Let me type into infinity. Let me fill your head with words.
Let me cram you. Let me cram you–hard.
I want to show you the river of money going down Woodward. It’s flowing right into the museum. You know they built all these schrines to white people right on top of the black man’s riots. They built it right on top of the terror.
Is that what is going to happen on the gulf? Are they going to build tombes to the white man right on top of the ghetto again? Is the governor going to pick up the ticket? Because sure as hell the feds won’t. He’s too busy shovelling the shit into his big corporate friend’s mouths–wide open.
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