There's nothing positive about racism
However, this cancer dehumanizes everyone
This bacterium kills all good pisum sativum
All necessary ingredients that distinguish a human
From something worst than a sinful animal.
There's nothing good about racism
The racists are the naughty scums of the es
The vile predators that thrive on controversial
Issues, the narcissistic skunks, and the bogus kites
That won't fly during a storm of schism and racialism.
Racism is reserved for the worst fetid pest
Racism is of course for the worst of the worst
Racism is indeed for the funkiest of the funkiest
Racism is reserved for the most hangdog waste
Slavery is the original bigot of racism and bias
From this narcissistic evil begets race and unfairness
Slavery is an abhorrent crime against humanness
The most abject and fusty form of selfishness.
Copyright © July 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry
Hey! Your hair is sticking up!
This news flash is from a seven-year-old.
I know, I tell him. It’s Dad hair.
I can’t do anything with it.
I have two cowlicks.
Sometimes they both stick up
looking like horns, which goes well with my personality.
You could comb it, my husband says.
He has bought me combs.
No idea where they are.
I have no interest in my hair or the hair of others.
So of course God made me the mother of three daughrers.
Two of them do their hair.
The other one is like me, we don't even like to wash it.
Tonight a male beautician asked me what I wanted.
I said “do whatever you want. I hate hair.”
“Great!” he said. “You will be the funkiest grandma in town.”
“I am already the funkiest grandma in town,” I informed him.
“Do a Mohawk. I don’t care.”
When he finished he said “I forgot to do the Mohawk.”
“That’s okay,” I told him. “My boss is conservative.”
But I did leave him a big tip
for not taking my advice.
Feel the funk, the beat pulses through
Feel the soul, a soothing groove
My body can't help, but dance and move
I'm jumping along as you rock that tune
Goods times. A fine rhythm that Bernard played you know
Can't help but smile when heard on the radio
It made me buy one. Four strings oozing soul
The funkiest sound I'll ever know!
Feel the funk, vibrating your bones
A soulful sound, energetically flows
My heart can't help feel satisfied
When I play those notes that sound so low
Many great musicians are playing this beast
Like Michael Bulzary Les Claypool and me!
So turn up the volume way past ten
Get down with that funky stuff, again and again!
Bass Guitar
By Emma Buckeridge
For contest : sound madness