I brought a poem to the gunfight,
I said a sword wouldn’t show ’em, but the Pen Might.
So put down the Long Knives, say Good Night.
Plant a Flower in your Power Barrel ironsight—
You’re out of time; sonically, I’m blowing your Mind
Like a Dandelion (& during war, this is fine) because I'm
Colonized so I rap about Lilies, &
Christ died so you’d know what the Dilly’s:
On the Fourth of July, we make the Temple Capacious
Whatever the Hue of their Faces,
We do the Despot no Favors—
Get In, Loser, ’cause we’re
Hanging Jeff Davis! You heard right:
Battle that Hymn at the gunfight, &
I’ll make you Holy. Roll On the Liberty Ball until you know me.
Ooh-wee! Red, White, & Blow Me
A metaphor, I’ll show what you’re headed for—
Where Pride goeth. Money where your Mouth is
(You can Die Mad About This). You heard right:
A poem to the gunfight. It’s triggering!
Tongue in the cut like it Let Freedom Ring
Facts: I’ll water that Tree with your fascist Axe
Then rack your geriatric ass like a Hat Trick.
Your credit is cashless; This Machine is Killin’ It—
Take your Shining City & put a Hill in it,
America! I pull out a poem at the gunfight,
Said a sword wouldn’t show ’em & I'm hoping the Pen Might
Bullet Rhyme! Hit like a .303, High Fidelity
Sublime, spottin’ the shot droppin’ the Thought Felony.
Boss make a nickel, I turn on a Dime—
Can't regulate the Need, no, 'cause all of my
Haters turn to Naders when I’m "Unsafe at any speed"
Al Gore ya! Vacate the China Shop, I implore ya!
Got a Bullish feeling that this Market'll floor your
Sic Semper; clean your room, I got a Temper:
Click-click Boom, you're in the History Hamper!
Bang & a whimper, your Dirty Laundry
Blondie got me plottin' to be
Back to the Future to re-assassinate Mahatma Gandhi
(What?) You heard right!
A poem to the gunfight. It’s triggering;
Tongue in the cut like it Let Freedom Ring
Facts: I’ll water that Tree with your fascist Axe &
Then rack your geriatric ass like a Hat Trick.
Your credit is cashless; This Machine is Killin’ It—
Take your Shining City & put a Hill in it,
America! I pull out a poem at the gunfight,
Knowin' the sword wouldn’t show ’em, but the Pen Might
Put the Bomb in your Wicka-wick-wickatty Dot Com, 'cause I'm a
Atom Smasher, the Party Crasher, my tongue-lashin'
Paint the town red with your Face like it was Fast Fashion.
I Double Dare you—prepare to duel! 1-v-2, I'll
Chew ’em up Lit & then Spit ’em fire like Rocket Fuel, I'm
Cyclops of the Hip-Hoppers, the visor's off & I will
Verbally Laser a lowlife holding High Office.
Look away; if you're an Alpha, I'm a Gamma Ray:
Penetrate your mother so hard I make your Grandma gape
Like Watergate (What?) You heard right!
Poem to the gunfight. It's triggering;
Tongue in the cut like it Let Freedom Ring
Facts: I'll water that Tree with your fascist Axe &
Then I'll rack your geriatric ass like a Hat Trick. Ouch!
Your credit is cashless; This Machine is Killin' It—
Take your Shining City & put a Hill in it,
America! I brought a poem to the gunfight.
A sword wouldn't show 'em but I'm hoping the Pen Might.
One more historic moment I can’t vote in, but no law stoppin’ me
From droppin’ Hot Bops on the campaign trail for my J. B.
Because I put the ‘G’ in the O.G. G.O.P., I be
Reconstructing memes for my Radical Republican Teens
In Jeopardy: What, to the Fifth of July, is Juneteenth?
Only 1860s Kids will Get This, but check this scene:
This rap is in memory of Phillip G. & George D.,
Privates, 2nd Ohio Volunteer Infantry.
So Rally 'Round the Ballot, I'm on my knees, I'm beggin' please
Don’t make me March Through Georgia again, B
Let them Rest In Peace.
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Written July 2024.
