Ian pimp slaps Governor Woke Smoke—
and The People pay
Black barbershop north of
Mexican border, south of
Canadian border, between Pacific
and Atlantic an Ancestor intones,
“De Lawd wurk in strange ways…”
Customers co-sign, “Karma’s a bitch—”
“Payback’s a mutha-fukkka…”
They watched Ian rushing 155mph dumping rain
deluging the Sunshine State—where “Woke-ism
goes to die!” They watched Black men shovel sand
into burlap bags as their families hunker in harm’s
way… They watched a cynical sadist,
confederate cotton mouth, don state sealed jacket and
order those with two quarters, crumpled dollar bill and
pennies in their pockets to
“Evacuate…”
They watched Ian rushing 155mph dumping rain
like Governor Woke Smoke dumped
Immigrants up south—Millions spent on cruel
and unusual punishment! Deluging the rich’s and
wannabe rich’s ‘sanctuary city’ playgrounds with
Salt of the earth…
They watched Ian rushing 155mph dumping rain
in the Age of Capitalist Climate Catastrophe/Once
Every Thousand Year Events: Weekly…
They watched Ian rushing 155mph dumping rain
Complimenting
War of The Week; school shooting of the day; viral
blue snuff videos; Along with pandemic profiteering…
They watched Ian rushing 155mph dumping rain
floating fancy cars in waist-high holy waters
yanking yachts from moorings, tossing them
like two year-olds’ bathtub toy tantrums—turning
marinas into junkyards for yachts; ripping roofs off
Lego condos—Yemen, Iraq, Afghanistan, Palestine-style
They watched Ian rushing 155mph dumping rain
cloaked in Critical Race Theory—and again
Exposing the ugly underbelly of gunpowder-ed real
estate deals! Centuries of slavery/generations of
Jim Crow shrink-wrapped crimes of corporate
carbon
Externalizing machines! Bad actor/extractor-emitter
exploiter/polluters and tethered puppet politicians—
Planet impactors flaring, scraping Mother Earth’s womb!
Digging her up!Pumping her Sahara dry! Heating her al
ready overheated body beyond… the tipping point…
They watched Ian rushing 155mph dumping rain
solidarity-saturated. It slammed citizens into the
‘Same Boat—’
No one caring how they Vote; what they’re Wearing; Driving,
Drinking; Church they go; School they
owe...
© 2022. Raymond Nat Turner, The Town Crier. All Rights Reserved.
Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; BAR's Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC. You can Vote for his work at: GoFundMe and PayPal.
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