These days, peo­ple

 These days, peo­ple
com­plain about “gas
prices” and “poli
tics” and how
noth­ing makes
they veins pump
with flames ex­cept
 “re­al­i­ty
 tele­vi­sion.”

 That makes me
 so mad. I
want to shakem
 like bad rat
tles, dammit. I
want to plug
they noses with
 Duracells to
light that bulb
  in they head.

 Folks want
oth­ers to
 solve they prob
lems. They
  re­fuse.
They lay
back and talk
 smack be­cause
they think apol
ogies are
“I’m sor­ry you feel
that way.”

These days, peo­ple
say “it’s hard
work” and they jerk
 and play and
hurt and pray and
 still fuck around and
 still pre­tend they
sleep at night.
Because they got some
thing called “Entit
le­ment.”

 One of the­se days,
  peo­ple.

One of
      the­se
days.

3 thoughts on “These days, peo­ple

  1. Always en­ter­tain­ing to lis­ten to white boys rant about “en­ti­tle­ment.”

    Especially when they ap­pear to be try­ing to ap­pro­pri­ate a “black voice” to do so.

    Kudos.

  2. Either I’m miss­ing some­thing or you are, anony­mous. Would you care to ex­pand up­on your pre­vi­ous state­ments? I don’t quite get your point.

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