Warped: a Thug's Manifesto
Racism makes me want to puke.
I’ll hurl a brick or two.
I’ll loot a store to make my point.
Who’ll help me? How ‘bout YOU?
I’m chilled by cops’ brutality.
Who do they think they are?
I’ll set some fires and knock folks down
and cuss till eardrums jar.
Huge crowds are marching peacefully.
The signs they hoist are lame.
If they cared deeply as I do,
they wouldn’t be so tame!
I don’t have time to tote a sign.
I’ve got to find a place
to store the stuff I stole—because
racism’s a disgrace!
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The truth? I’m just a thug at heart.
I LIVE for times like these.
They give me an excuse to do
exactly as I PLEASE!
This is my attempt at withering sarcasm!
Posted June 7, 2020
June 17, 2020
entered in John Hamilton's contest placed 4th
Favorite poem 2020 not written for a contest
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