Gail R DeBole
Written on 7/12/2021
The committee’s task was to remove
Word-fossils from dictionaries no longer used.
These were concepts no longer respected
By a society that was less introspective.
“Privacy” was a concept frowned upon.
Social media had turned the world around.
To be “private” was now a criminal offense.
Not being transparent made others quite tense.
Discretion was an idea that no longer applied
Since every move someone made was video-fried
Onto public storage and could be referred to at will
by everyone certified with an info-access skill.
Oh, there were a few protesters older than most.
The same people who still used a toaster for toast.
The upcoming genos – younger and hipper than most
Removed words representing concepts that were now ghosts.
The Beatles
Dethroned Elvis
'Cuz they were HIPper
Thank his pelvis
Creative ideas originating from what was called
B Bop music
But what we did with it sounded kind of Hip
So we called it Hip Hop
Yea.......
Say it along with me
It ain’t nothing like Hip Hop music
This was a way of life from a younger
More hipper generation
But a lot of folks refused it
I mean everywhere we tried to get in
Where we thought we would fit in
Doors were closed on us
People turned their backs on us
Not knowing that this was a movement that united us
So it was a must to create our own community
One of love, peace, and unity
Because as a generation we were left out in the dark
Ass out with nowhere else to go
See we use to do it out in the park
Joined together in one place people with liked minds
It didn't matter if you were a
Tagger, Beat Boxer, a B Boy, DJ
Or if you were tight with the rhymes
Here in our own little world is where we lived
Love, hate, honesty, trust
Real, fake people must
Longing, believe, unable to deal
Unfortunate feelings we feel
Devastated, upset, disbelief
Morning,lousy, mean,grief
Pretty, ugly, fat not yourself
Real honest feelings felt
Tired,awake, everyday someone new
Weird things that we go through
Anxious,hipper,dizzy, eager
Willing to follow, but usually a leader
Full of memories, soon to forget
Hating all the lies and regret
Wisdom,knowledge, faith
Patient, yet hate to wait
God sent,angle, yet can be evil
This is everyday people
Went to the beach
The sand white hot
Raced to the water
For relief I got
What did I expect?
An air-conditioned beach?
Why was simple logic
Put out of reach?
Now near the water's edge
Trapped like a mouse
Every so often
My feet need a douse
Starting to burn,
But cut off from a way out
Surely a walk back
Though my only route
Fills me with dread
Sand too hot
To consider to tread
So roast in the sun,
Ain't this such fun?
When I get out of here
I'll have learned to fear
The heat of the sun
And my well roasted bun
I'll peel like a stripper,
Although they're much hipper
Next beach I'll see,
Will have to be on TV.
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