An Eternal Brain Fart

A few will be handed over For millions washed dirt poor, Dirt brown, stained like urban Jungles in Detroit, Memphis, And New Orleans. An Xbox is my ex-wife, Frivolous and expensive. Some folks are too thick to set eyes on; Men are proudly called sons – Lads with fettered brains – Telling again our story – Reminiscent of Ebu, Edo, and Kogi Wearing iron bangles And anklets. I found one By an old stone building. I used to savor the “fact” That the walls were broken down. A Playstation is like a train station; We wait for them to take us back. If I try to alter our short-comings We will echo what we’ve heard A thousand times: “But …” What about them, they too are engrossed? Some must be sacrificed; few are … Like us