The world was passing by the old cracker
The fair winds of change struck him as blacker
He thought, 'I'll have me some fun'
So he pulled out his shotgun ~
He's a happy, progressive car-jacker
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Note: 'Cracker' is a pejorative term for a South-
erner whose sympathies (still) lie with the
Confederate States of America.
Well if you insist
I am not the color of my skin or the clothes on my back.
I am not who or what you assume me to be.
I am not a foul mouthed gun toting beer swigging cigarette smoking menace to society.
I am not a high school drop-out uneducated crime committing felon.
I am not your local hi-jacker who ties you up and tosses you in the boot, drops you off in the middle of the veld for no one to find.
I am Christian and proud of it!
I am A father A lover A brother and A proud uncle and role model to miniatures of me.
I am Leader and a thinker and a doer and speaker.
I am confident and loud.
I am a product of my father and his forefathers.
I am product of my mother’s womb and wisdom.
I am fearless I am Sound I Am a proud African Son!
And I will live my life so that long after my passing it will be remembered!
W.Arends
I am
I am that senseless thief.
That has stolen the trust away from a nation
When they talk about me their hearts are sad.
I am that heartless murderer.
That has taken the God given life
They fear not me but my killer name.
I am that brutal rapist.
That has planted disease on which I preyed
Whenever they sleep there are nightmares of me.
I am that selfish fraudster.
That has brought poverty to the life of many
Whenever they see me they count their losses.
I am that merciless car jacker.
That has taken what belongs to you
Whenever they think of me they go into panic.
I am that rootless drug dealer.
That has made a nation of junkies
Whenever they paranoid I come to their relief.
I am that reckless drunk driver.
That has put the lives of many in danger
Whenever they see me it’s already too late.
Today I am a prisoner.
To spend twenty five years in jail
Nobody comes to see me.
But maybe I deserve it
Cause I am a criminal.
Bergville prison
Susan Burch
Contest Name Getting Away with Murder/Murderous Thoughts
Murder
"Murder suicide is the go" said sad Jacker Joe,
“Goanna do it, make a dead hook of it,” he said,
“Ya swallow the poison, shoot yourself in the head,
And swing by the neck as it goes, yo yo,
instead,”
"Drink overproof rum to steady his nerve,
100% Alcohol don’t ya know,
Cyanider provider, with rancid apple cider,
tastes like almonds, a brain swerve provider,
12 guage will off his head might blow,"
"Don’t be caught, what he thought,
By some dill on the case,
Ya might be maybe caught , short,
With the arsenic , and old lace."
Don Johnson
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