Greetings for the last time, for this year of '18. It was a good one for me, hard, but good. I know my family/friends have felt the grind, I know the city has felt the grind, and I know this nation has felt the grind. So please enjoy this short one, as we put to bed one number, and wake another.
May this end bring you peace, may the new beginning bring you renewed joy. The typed version is just below the video.
Happy '19 ya'll happy 2-0-1-9!
poet402
Still there
still care, like carousels, we
ride in circles.
Don’t know if it’s the
“O” in the Word or
the “O” in the Love
we rotate on the rhythm
of past memories,
future maybe’s
consistently inconsistent
we sit silently--in comfort.
Uncomfortable in the present
so we pre-sent options
to our optics; retina scans
for social media, not
taking into account, our accounts
have been accessed for
other’s bank statements
Can’t count on the Fed
so we scale up with
fam and friends, at ends to
get ends, stay happy and
wave a limb when we can,
because some so-called triple-amputee
raisin’ Go-Fund-Me monies
for massive wall uprisin’--
These dummies so funny;
never shocked or surprised
(always stay frank--)
when the villain runs away with all
their bank,
(what do you think they’ll say?)
Stay Safe
Stay Relentless
Stay Real (as fuck) as
teen years end
on this new millennium
and the heels of hate
keep clickin’ and calendar
pages turnin’ from
18 to 19 to 20--
Maybe at or before 21, we can relieve
ourselves of the need for
guns and control elections
which were stolen by strong-hold dictators
east of us. Unable to be seen
from Alaska’s back yard--
I think y'all get my meaning,
keep dreaming as we put
Kris Kringle to sleep,
and pull the covers up over
good ole ‘18
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