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 …
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