Nat King Cole knew how to roll
kicked in their heads and then
blew some smoke.
Write some ritual.
Write for my rights.
Write cuz I'm white
and don't know how to... write.
Okay,
they gave me sleep meds
and they are bonking with my head.
Already not fair, I say.
Some sort of terrible fur-covered nugget.
I'm expected to smile and style my hair
after a lady hair bow.
Go fuck
and make him
an even happier schizo.
Monday, January 9, 2012
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