Religion, Politics and Taxes: The Old Pimp Move (Fifty Years Old, Broke Black Prophet, Saved) 2017

We are an absurd bunch.  Always hiding.  But that shit is hackneyed.  Quite fatally so.  We have been doing the same shit over and over again for so long we don’t know how to be even honest to one another for civility’s sake.  And that’s a damn shame.  We pacify our sorry asses off.  Why?  Because: our asses are scared shitless of being alone.    Doubt is a mothah fuckah.  Confidence is shunned, made into a weakness and turned into a negative of being cocky.  The fuck that shit about?  Keeping a mothah fuckah off their given game is the way this bitch is taught and preached.   But only if…yo ass is broke, poor.  You sorry mothah fuckah you!  And I’m so sorry for your luck. But not really.

You hear all the fuckin time, “I love Jesus!  I love the Lawd!”  And…what’s yo sorry ass point mothah fuckah?  The pimp game is alive and well, living and breathing among us.  But what the fuck you wants my sorry broke ass tah do?  The religious lottery is free; as long…as yah pays yo fuckin tithes.  Yo mothah fuckin ten percent.  “Where’s my money you fuckin bee-ohtch?  Get yo broke sorry ass back on the stroll!  You worthless piece of shit!  You!”

Our political leaders stress working hard and getting ahead; while they talk their mothah fuckin asses off, not liftin a fuckin fingah and getting paid like a mothah fuckah!

Oh, then we have taxes.  Where we are strong-armed to pay this here You-Nited Sates of America a usury to work.

And we gotstah nerves tah say: "Only whores get fucked for money!"  But at least those mothah fuckahs gets fucked politically free, religion free and tax free.  While we get fucked...gratis!

Dumb.  Just fuckin dumb.   And quite shameful.  Really.