Month: September 2005

 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.