Monday, November 21, 2016

free stuff

jesus didn’t want to be
a white cop millionaire

shake my hand, he says,
work w/ me

call swamp thing’s office
right now

watch yourself on tv
fall down

what kind of hall of fame
is this, everyone crying

bosses like to die in poems
so write them

everywhere

never thank a democrat
for anything

we’re not supposed to be
raped and killed

old trip, starved star, no it—all things
tremble w/ blood

“get a life!”
says a pigeon sandwich

to some activists pulling
the poor out of the police

for life

who do you protect
who do you serve

a nazi crawls into e.r. begging
for free stuff

broken windows, teeth of nation
in street, rain—water we can’t

drink