Let’s talk some real turkey I ain’t shot down no plane I appear every year a big symbol of heart Being thankful the world has not fallen apart I’m not waxing profane Although life’s sometimes quirky
As time is a relative stretch of view Every moment perceived, none a snowflake’s twin Each day of remembrance tradition holds true Is a stroke for all folk. There’s no blood that is blue Again I sigh grateful to look deep within If more often my outlook would always be new
Time’s a relative who when invited to dine She savors each morsel of life’s wholesome meal She won’t leave ‘til she’s full; she ain’t messin’ around If there’s love to be shared, her good will she’ll expound I am thankful we made such a holiday wheel To lay down our thoughts and let feelings align
As this Thanksgiving Day now heads toward a close I thought I was writing for others than me Yet deeper within that is never the case It’s a most selfish process – a way to keep pace With the times as they swirl like the raging sea I am thankful that thankfulness readily flows
With your plan erected You’re elected Then you’ll have your way Smile, now until November With a stark solution to dark pollution Harm they do portray Smile, so that we’ll remember It’s fun to look at you folks It’s a circus within a zoo It’s done! How your language provokes A chilling déjà vu Is your sense of feeling Worth revealing? Only time will say Smile, you’re a party member
The Flower of Nature and God intertwined, The stem of her peace ‘of the masculine thorned. The war’s none of savvy against master minds. It’s one of protrusion’s dysfunctional kinds. Dear daughter of mine, had we all been forewarned Would your freedom in safety be better defined?
I know not Islam, yet were I to believe That kids in their twenties killing others their age Has something at all to do with you My faith in religion would unravel anew. You are sacred, young one – my heart’s silent rampage… Your heart filled with wonder where grace doth conceive
My religion is cool… My back yard’s somewhat safe But assault on your pureness of point of view Sends a hellish cold chill up my spine as well. Were my own teen distressed, in my heart she doth dwell And, I’d much rather learn about Islam from you Than from elders or young men embroiled in chafe.
We are gathered here on this pristine sunny day With sky of blue gracious above humble ground. We ain’t here to teach Jack, yet it turns out we do. We fault Jack’s damned humanity in this Grand Zoo. If mankind weren’t around would then balance abound? Would the cloud then be relocated from nature’s way?
Turn now in your manuals to chapter four, First fallopians two, then sub-paragraph twelve. In there you will note that you haven’t a clue. We’d revisit religion hard if we were you ‘Cause in shallower waters you’re destined to delve As you fight about God and then try to keep score.
The energy pew yields an overhead view Of up-righted mere oddlings who scurry about. Is one worshiper’s worship another’s to scorn? We’d say then there’s no sense in your having been born! Who are we, though, to conflagrate your deepest doubt? …Just true birds of a feather, unfettered and true.
We alighted here are a cooing creation Not terribly concerned with your life in our way. We enjoy your sick news and the various skews Of your takes on mistakes as you call them the blues. And before we adjourn our brief service today Our offering to you is group defecation.
When bible writers concede To twisting meaning for need To satisfy human greed
How’s this verse sound?
Just what makes that camel’s delight Take on wings and sing through the night? His happiness beams so bright right Through all negative sight
‘Cause he wears clean human clothes From his neck to his toes He don’t care if you stare at his wiggly nose
So when you feel self-conscious Get off you haunches And do what doesn’t seem fun Oops, there goes another needle’s eye done Oops, there goes another needle’s eye done Oops, there goes another needle’s eye done
It’s hyperbole, folks. Jesus didn’t tell jokes Nor did ever he mean
To dis on Green
When a camel wants to live right He’ll pray before he rests for the night He’ll never engage in a kite fight He is seldom uptight
‘Cause he’s got camel insight Not much spiritual might He’s a rich camel man With a will like a knight So when some preacher claims My best Teacher shames wealth, I’ll head for the door
Oops, there goes a needle virgin no more Oops, there goes a needle virgin no more Oops, there goes a needle virgin no more
I’ll admit, Massa Povich, I’m caught right off guard In waiting room hostage, eyes locked on a screen Such excitement and drama, a pinch of delight Big Baboonish Behavior Barks the Brightest Stage Light Your Black Rats in a cage are now everywhere seen Their lives cast in turmoil; their hearts deeply scarred
What the Hell are you doing, you fucking Bastard? You married a Bitch whom now no one will trust. Is she blabbing your secrets to folks who don’t care? If she shits in your face, then just have an affair. Leave Black Lives Alone, there are worthier lusts! But, alas, there’s that financial gain you’ll have mastered
You come off quite well faking love and compassion While mining for gold in the sewers of strife But some of us know what you really are That’ll do it for me. I’m exhausted thus far Having strayed off course and lost trusting in life Caught up in backlash is not really my fashion
If through Mother Goose or by Nigger Noose The roof that you build caps a nation secure In its image of Black folks as troubled and tainted Old man, that ain’t me! I’ll make sure you’re acquainted With Blackness Paternal not about to endure Just keeping my mouth shut amid your abuse
From a Prince to a pauper – a Knight to a pawn I’ll tell you for sure that the seed that you sow Will grow to a dark jungle deep on your mind The shame of it is you’re not one of a kind Do thank me, you scum bag, for stooping so low As to borrow your face to blow my nose on!