Monday, April 1, 2019

There Once Was An Uncle Called Wiggly

Now me, I heard it right on wall street
that a copper chasing broker was balls deep
in a puddle of shares whose price dropped like a snare.
Let's move to Baltimore, here they all creeps.

Nineteen-hundred-seven THE PANIC!
Banks are sinking like the Titanic.
But that was five years later (let me rewind, hater)
And use both hands to find my way through the static.

Eight million dollars in three hours
withdrawn, leaving Knickerbocker sour.
Warburg was smilin' all the way to Jekyll Island
and America was theirs to devour.

And you can read all about it here!

Thursday, March 28, 2019

"We must kill you so your children listen to us"

We got a dynasty
finest thee
world will ever know.

It has provided me
with eyes that see
eurasian land aglow

Afire with democracy
or nuclear prophecy
sovereignty gots ta go

for it was meant to be  
"pull it" like Salomon Bros



Friday, March 22, 2019

Leave these off your menu

Neo-con hip hop
Sounds like a joke, but I sh*t you not
It's on top.

Of their to-do list
I'm true to fist
you seem new to this

Well the tools you pick
dictate the rules they stick
you wit.
Screwed.

Cause I wasted a punch or five
on a guy who just needed to step aside
and now I'm locked inside.

Better than a shackle up and shuffle straight time
Ain't lyin.

hate flyin? no
late cryin? yes
lunacy or stress?
Conflict resolved? Yes but now a new obstacle
delays progress.

Can't boil me neo-con
I'm hoppin out of your pot
Call me pepe
 Oh sh*t the cops

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Thursday, March 21, 2019

By and Down

Ok I get it! It sticks cuz dead people said it.
Accurate like a bullet embedded
in the head. all that we've dreaded
they script, the scribe unrepentant
So trip
blood red pillin'
So grip
who be villains
The diligence
and good willin'
With that sleight of hand
Top billin'

Friday, March 15, 2019

Rosemary

I got off the slow train 

and it was the coldest spring day 
 you’d never believe it 

She was the objective & I had no recourse nor grievance. 
Ask me about the papa, well that’s another saga 
Nah gone lie to ye, i’d have felled him 
Or if there’d been time, i’d tell ‘em 
“yer facade of a sound family fooled no one indeed 
And the way she made you believe you succeeded 
Brought her no glee. 
You scraped the sky with negligence 
 Aimed to truncate intelligence 
Thought to retard the development 
And you yourself the white elephant 
 Exposed by the optic enhancements alloy tubes Lenses calibrated eyeballs huge 
Outward orientated, lookin sweaty there 
Joe, senators standing by a tick and a tock . . . 
Hey Joe, that daughter you mutilated,
what exactly was generated? 
A puzzle that was only hers to solve stabbed and accelerated. 
No alternative to ponder. 
Never heard you squander 
Or hesitate 
To denigrate 
A wee mouthy one 
who if unabated 
would have harmed only the ego              
of the patriarchal creative
 

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Spiders web

50 trillion offshore, instruments tuned for the gore
a symphony of destruction evading light, as dark pours
impenetrable structures atop a mountain of assets
turtle trustees ducking their Baphomet
masters after the air peasants are gasping
consummate ravager passing
itself on the timetable
like ouroboros a cannibals fable.