POAC-FI

Doubt is a mothah fuckah! Straight up! Yo monkey ass thinkin yah got everything in check. Shiiit! Then yo ass starts thinkin all crazy and shit! Well, what if this? Or what if that? Fuck that shit! Fuck it! Fuck it! And did I say, "Fuck it?" If I didn't...fuck it! Yao Ming? If yo tired ass has a plan, fuck all that doubtin bullshit! Execute the shit and let the chips fall where they mothah fuckin may! Goddamnit! Bettah than where yo ass is now, worryin yo ass silly bout the what-the-fuck-ifs! Damn all that noise! While yo broke ass stagnatin! Plan it! Organize it! Actuate it! And Carry that bitch the fuck through! And after all the shit is said and done...Fuck It! Yah heard may? Peace! More to come...

Real Good Shit! (Black Heroin Addict) 1986

 I cook the shit to make the hit. The little cotton ball purifies it all. I push the plunger. The thunder rumbles through my veins. A cooling, soothing liquid abating my plethora of pains. I feel this world slipping away and that's more than okay! I smile and I sway; lost in my smack filled haze; hoping there will not be any other days. Umm! My eyes close languidly; I open them the same but tranquilly. My head bobbing like I am sucking my own dick. Going in and out of conscientiousness but I am far from sick. I smile again, at the absurd sight, of the needle still dangling perilously within.

Religion: Makin A Better Fucked Up World!

 You evah thought bout this here damn religion bullshit? I mean, don't make no fuck bit of sense whatsoevah! Keepin the slaves at bay. Oh, they got that ass! Oh, yes they did. I ain't crazy! No! No! No! Learned long ago, yah gostah give those niggahs hope!

"Fuck that monetary bullshit!
I know...let's give'em nothin!
A fuckin deity...
God! Yahweh! Allah! Buddha! Combayah!...

And a fuckin lavish or fucked up Temple...
Is gives ah fuck! 
Put any name yah wanna on that bitch, but I don't owe you shit!
You broke, poor, pitiful mothah fuckahs!
Just fuckin ignant fo no damn reason but tah be ignant!

Ten Percent? Fuck that I wants all yo shit boo-boo! Er-fuckin-thang!
Fuck! You!
You super-silly-mothah-fuckahs!"

And the beat goes ohn! Oh yes it does, My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs! Um!

Peace! More to come...

It's Only A Matter Of Time

 The world is fucked up! That ain't no kinda epiphany tah yah. And I sho in the fuck don't have tah say it twice b'fo yo Broke sorry asses tah understand. Yao Ming? 

Knee deep in this shithole! And the shit is constantly risin. Pretty soon gonnah have tah tilt yo head back so yo fuckin nose won't be inhalin the shit directly intah yo lungs. Ears cloggin the fuck up with shit. But all yah doin then is buyin yo self a lil mo time until the inevitable happens...cause the shit's perpetually risin and yah have tah breath! 

Eventually we all choke aftah inhalin, physically, the raw sewage into our lungs. Those same lungs fillin up with the shit. Then yo sorry ass can honestly gurgle, "I'm actually drownin in this shit!" 

Peace! More to come...

There's God! Then There's This Religion Bull-to-the-Shit! (Nevaeh Wright, 23 Years Old, Existentialist) Monday November 09, 2020

The old saying goes, "If yah scared, then go to church." Mothah fuckahs get scared and go tah church. Then yo sorry ass still gots the nerves tah be scared? The fuck! If yo ass is goin tah church and still fuckin scared, then yo ass just fuckin off! For real! Like the Drill Sergeants say in the military, "You just dickin the dog son!"

But we got Black ass mothah fuckahs, and white ones too, thinkin Judaism was the chosen religion by God! Like, we all just tryin tah get ah seat on a flight, tryin like hell tah get the fuck out-of-the-fuck-here, just waitin for the "chosen few" tah get bumped! If yo sorry ass lookin at the shit like that, yo ass needs tah get the fuck out the goddamned terminal and drive, ride a bike, walk...I's really don't give ah good fuck, cause that shit just ain't gonnah happen! Evah! If it's goin down like that. That's some fucked up customer service fo yo ass! And yo ass needs tah find anothah carrier goddamn it!

Fuck the Baptist! Fuck the Apostolic/Pentecostals! Fuck Judaism! Fuck Muslims! Fuck Buddhists!...and definitely fuck those damn catholics, with y'alls sick asses! Worthless pieces of dogshit! Cosignin fo Pedophile Priests!? The fuck!?

You think God gives a good fuck what religious sect yo stupid ass is involved in? That's Our shit, human's shit! Not, God's shit! We been fuckin round with the wrong ass shit! Putrid! Quite fuckin malodorous, to say the least!

But since we surrounded by the toxic methane gas this religious shit produces, that Our broke asses gotstah deal with, put your gas mask on (make sure you clear that mothah fuckah first). Kick ass! Take numbers! And start tellin the fuckin truth bout this here life! 

These so called religious fuckers wouldn't know the truth if God himself came down and slapped them mightily on both damn cheeks! Pa-dow, pa-dow! Nothin! The truth sans religiosity is the only way we gonnah stop smellin shit and havin tah put up with this bull-shit! Yah know. Word to your mothah fuckin Mother and Father...and anybody else! Yah heard may?

Peace! More to come...(God willing)

Indulge Not! (BBP) Friday December 25, 2020 @ 12:01 AM

The courses of deceit are replete with starch, not meat;
Tries to defeat the primal animal in the cannibals as we;
The treacherous application may bring a satiation to one which stands on fours
Instead of Two;
And the revenge of thy premeditated ruse, thou transgressor...
Will thee definitely rue.

The A-B-C of Offense In Basketball (Chloe Penser, Head Coach Butler University's Men's Basketball Team) Monday February 03, 2025 @ 3:13 PM Hinkle Fieldhouse

"Excusez-moi messieurs! Excusez-moi! What are the A-B-C of offense?" Coach Penser said conversationally to the Bulldogs at halftime losing to Xavier at this point 33-31. "Anyone?" Again in her thick French accent being only a duel citizen of the United States and her Mother country France for a little over three years. "Personne?" She asked?

Then the 6'3' point guard asked, "Personne? The fuck?" Kwame Dabney asked.

She glared at him and he instantly looked down at his hands while his thumbs twiddled. Coach Penser was only five foot one inch tall but was formidable. All fifteen players on the team was reminded of their perspective Mothers' when they interacted with her. But oft times she would say a word or sentence that the players were not familiar with and they would question her, like now. She was trying to teach them slowly of her native language but now was not the time, making the many mistakes they had made in the first half. Non, incroyable! Mon Dieu!

"Excusez-moi messieurs encore. Personne means: No one?" As she looked around at the team of thirteen suited and two in street clothes, only wearing suits the way she was taught to coach. "Etre professionelle! Toujours Chloe!" Her female mentor had embedded into her psyche. That credo had gotten her where she was to this day: being the first and only female Head Coach of a NCAA Divisioin I Men's Basketball Program.

"Encore: Again! Personne: No one? Personne can tell me the Ah-Bay-Cay of offense and we have went over this time and time again?" Silence! "Mon Dieu! Merde! Merde! Merde!" She said a little louder than usual. She never hollered, screamed or disrespected them; she would only speak professionally to them. They were young men. They were learning. Their team's record unbelievably so was 13-0. She was all the rage in the coaching and media circles. But for some reason today they were not doing as they had been coached. Standing around on the perimeter, playing catch with one another. "Merde!" She kept looking around and all of the team were just looking down.

"D'accord!" She said in earnest. The whole team like on cue looked up at her. "Je suis desole! D'accord?" All of the team nodded. "Parfaite." And the team smiled. "Maintenant il y a mes jeunes hommes!" She said with a smile. The team smiled back at her. They understood that sentence she had said it many of times during practice and during time-outs and had explained to them what the sentence meant the first time she had said it.

"Ecoutes! Le Ah-Bay-Cay of offense is: Always Be Cutting ou Coupe Toujours! Comprends?" All smiled and nodded. They were learning she thought to herself...

(plus a venir...)

The Times (Lucas Cage, 44 Years Old, Indianapolis, Indiana Native) June 06, 2020

I came out of the gas station on 10th and Shadeland the other day and a young Asian male, maybe twenty-five or thirty (I'm not too good with ages any longer) with a clean wife beater, clean athletic shorts and flip-flops and he asked me for a cigarette. I gave him three out of my new pack. In my whole 44 years of life as an American, I have never seen an Asian ask for anything in the streets in this You-S-of-A.

I went to fill up my tank yesterday evening and a thirty-ish white man asked me for fifty-cents, so he could have enough money to catch the bus, so he said. I gave him a single and he tried to give me fifty-cents back avowing, "I only need fifty cents." I said to him, "Man, be careful out here." He looked me in the eye and said, "Thank you My Brother." The same evening, I was going into my apartment complex, a woman came up to me and asked me for four dollars. I gave four dollars to her. She looked at me and said, "God bless you!" And I don't really believe or think that God is gonnah bless me at all, to tell you the truth.

I do not have this type of money to be giving out. Truly, I don't. I'm very low on funds always. But, what I am witnessing now...well...is something I've never seen nor experienced in my whole entire life. I lived in downtown Indianapolis for some six years total in the past and I did not see what I'm witnessing in this day...there are a shitload of people in need. And its only goin to get worse. And the bad part of this whole scenario is...I am, quite possibly going to be, one of them.

My God!

Heaven Is Nigh (BBP) Friday September 11, 2020

Take the time to find the fine line in this life of pitiable destiny. Blessed to be a wild child, instead of being meek and mild; it's so plain to see in me; piled high to the sky looking and knocking on Heaven's door.

No one has ever answered. Sent a request before I am dead, asking: "I keep knocking, will someone let me in?"

A terse response contained therein, "I don't care! But there's no need to keep knocking! My son, you are already here!"

In The Best Interests? (Alan Thompson, 33 Year Old, Black Non-Custodial Marion County Indiana Parent) March 03, 2020

“Mr. Thompson, do you have anything you want to say,“ The judge asked.

“Yes, Your Honor,” He said, and proceeded to lay down his reasonable law. “The way I’ve been treated down here in Johnson county Indiana…well…I’ve been treated like a nigga. I don’t know how else to put it. The head of the ADR in these parts, Mr. Saturn, he told me straight up, ”Mr. Thompson, you’re not going to change the way things go on around here.” Fuck that mean? I still want to ask that motha fuckin so-called mediating attorney that. Why? Because she’s white and I’m Black? The fuck? I don’t have the right as a caring parent; albeit Father, which you courts don’t think two shits about, to have Zoe at least half of the time? Half of her life is not reasonable? Why? Cause I’m a nigga? Cause I’m a punk ass man, and if I really was a man, in the traditional court mindset, I would be out there at work, providing and slaving for my child? Not, wanting to spend time with the child, scaling down. A fuckin sperm donor? The fuck? That’s not a man’s duty to care about the rearing of his child or children. So, what am I doing as a caring male parent? Impeding upon the traditional mores and values of a race that don’t have the faintest clue anymore of how to raise a child or raise their children? Due diligence. I have witnessed firsthand of what I must do as a parent, not Mother or Father, but a motha fucka who played God and now the role of God don’t look so hot because the creator has been duped into a contract with another creator who’s creation was nothing more than the other creator being…bored. Not, realizing what that one creation will become, or what responsibilities belies when one plays God and creates. The power of Gods hand: I give you the gift of knowing creation. The greatest and most priceless gift God could ever have given US, his soul, discernment. And what do we do with it? We fight with one another about the time the creation can spend with one creator than with the other creator. We drink; work all the damn time; do drugs…cause we have found out, this creation shit ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. Touché! Touché! God is a stupid motha fucka to keep putting in the pot on this gamble. He called. I called. And whatasurprise! Loser. Every fuckin time. But he did… and he does. I did..and I do. Because, like Our Heavenly Father, I have hope. And with that hope, Our child cannot become wayward. This society is replete with wayward children; hence, my non-traditional role of a Father; albeit, just a plain old parent. I am only guilty of that, just trying to be a plain old parent. I want this court to pity the man which stands in front of this judge. And I also want this court to pity the situation Zoe is in, in the creation process. The creation has no choice. The creators make those choices for them. I just want to be a part of my creation. I have nothing more to say Your Honor.”

No More Fear (BBP) August 26, 2020

He dreaded it. The damn pain! He hated it so. But what was the alternative? Wearing a mask all the damn time for deference sake? Shit no! He hated the mask like he hated the way this life was headed, to a slave state for the underprivileged, like he surely was but Heaven for the elite. Inconveniences were not meant for the poor or the unfortunates. The status quo had no place for a newly freed negro. 'Black Lives Matter,' was just a ruse to the obtuse. He was not slow to understand what was going on. Far be it. He knew the movement had everything to do but what they avowed, Black Lives Matter. And everything to do with rich lives mattered: the lazy, the weak and the worthless.

If COVID was really the truth there would be no options for anyone. No...one! He remembered when the great HIV scare hit the masses and what did they do? Not a damn thing! You can't keep motha fuckas from fuckin! White or Black people are going to fuck! And that went away and now it is just a time in our Human's history, a blip on the greatest stage screen ever, life. He had to smile to himself and shake his head.

Fear, guilt and life are the three greatest selling points to the great hustle of life. And the powers that be understood that fact. Been manipulating the multitude, the poor, since the beginning of Humans' existence.

And this was the last stage of Neutralization. The line in the sand had been drawn. And he had no other alternative but to believe in his Father and fast...

The Masked Death (August 25, 2020) Broke Black Profit

Now the motha fuchas say wear a mask on that ass. Surpass the task of being human. A true 'Wo' or 'Man.' And stand on the precipice to entice to alleviate the right. The wrong going strong while we all look for a dour filled bong to get along. There's always hope with dope to quell the many ills that have never healed or thrilled. Oh, wear a mask to last. Fast? The fuck you thinkin while yo broke ass is sinkin? Pass the joint to disjoint the particles fractured, pasteurized and not manufactured by no ones' surprised by the undernourishment in this wonderful firmament. Smell the scent of this crime scene made of precious metals and greens; nano particulates left to never to be seen or bereft.