look at me, mom;
i’m on t.v.
i don’t know what i’m saying,
but it sounds right.
and if i’m wearing a suit
it has to be true.

turning negro spirituals into nazi hymns
is a hobby of mine.
peel back the flesh,
and pull out the spine.
that’s why liberals are spineless,
just threaten to call them racists.

al sharpton,
inverted image
of adolf hitler.

lobbying the legalization
of affirmative amnesty,
and selling the apple with the worm
as the apple produced
by it’s surroudnings.

you, sir, are a worm;
writhing and wriggling
with a shitty, half-assed
solemn face.

doctor king is dead,
and you’ve stomped out
the embers of his legacy.