Where do they all come from???
Brain dead Negroz who’ve run
into walls of 300 lb. men for too
long; Remote-controlled rappers—
low Barr last daze of Pompeo—
Look at all the ugly people—
Where do they all come from?
Circus Negroz wallowing in
donkey dung—depending on IQs…
Big shoe, red nose shows for thirty
pieces of silver; for ringmasters of
Deceit…Where do they all come from?
Dirty tricksters, 3rd Reich pranksters—
Global gangsters weaponizing melanin…
Where do they all come from? All the
Ugly people—where do they all come from?
Lift their faces—drop them on Capitalist Hill—
or in the War House.
Dress them in black robes, sit them silently on
the White Supreme Court. Tailor their suits and
And these mealymouthed, milquetoast men and
women—wooden nickel-hollow hustlers—
Peach State impostors, Magnolia State moveable
pieces, Lone Star State lackeys—All about movin’
on up—Will never, ever utter a peep about lifting
tarps, tents, cardboard mattresses, concrete beds
Hanging over our heads: Up and down the Mason
© 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.