Jersey "Girls" , Black Stand Up Comedian and Satirist, 2008

Gottah woman lovin the shit out of that ass and shit! Oft times fuckin the dogshit out of yah! Down fo her mothah fuckin man! No mattah the circumstance! Shiiit!

Then what does yo sorry ass go do? You go put anothah mothah fuckahs name on yo sorry ass back, male no less, with corresponding team and number tah boot! The fuck?! That's some gay ass shit, with yo hypocritical, homophobic, no count havin ass! Like Ol Seinfeld said, "Not sayin there's anything wrong with that!" No! Hell no! Not-the-fuck-at-all!

But don't sit yo happy ass up there and condemn gay men for lovin men. And yo ass sittin up there havin: Manning; Addai; Wayne; Jordan; Kobe...fo every damn body tah see and tah witness, on the back of yah damn shirt! And payin good fuckin ass money for the shit! The fuck you think you foolin?

Yo woman's name ain't proudly silk screened on the back of that mothah fuckah! And she's tearin yo shit up! Gratis! Oh, No! A man's last name is on the back of yo shit that you paid, at the very least, fifty fuckin dollahs and the mothah fuckah ain't even suckin yo damn nasty, smelly ass dick and balls! The fuck wrong with y'all "bitches"?

Brings a whole new mothah fuckin meanin to, "I gots that name and number!" Really? Uhm! You sorry mothah fuckin "real" men! That shit ain't sharp at all! It's gay as hell! And I ain't mad at cha at-the-fuck-all! Belee dat son!

All I'm sayin is, just step the fuck out that mothah fuckin closet! And tell that Beautiful woman yo ass been foolin, she's relieved of her womanly duties. Cause I gotsah man to take care of my needs and fantasies. Right cheer ons my back! And tell all the gay men, "I'm sorry!" Cause you are!

Corporate Welfare Is Corporate Stealing, Poor Middle Aged Caucasian, 2012

We keep thinking that things will get better. Thinking, for some reason, the rich, who have always gotten welfare, will quit digging into Our pockets, the Underprivileged. But the affluent continues to take from US with their greedy, niggardly ways. And they do it without shame or conscience. Our taxes do nothing but pay for their ostentatious lifestyles. Then they have the nerve to get on some of US who really need the help of some 400 dollars, more or less, in food stamps and subsidies per month. And they ask for tens of billions of dollars in bailouts; yet, they have Ivy League educations and still they fail in their given business and whine when they have screwed up the money which they borrowed before and ask for more and get it. The Corporations and the affluent are stealing from US. And have been doing so since the beginning of human existence because the affluent have always been a corporation. Rich people need to feel some pain. Every one of them needs their given ass kicked severely, and then, maybe, they would start understanding some things. Getting one's ass kicked gives one pause, it's always worked in Our neighborhoods. And I guarantee the rich would be no different.

Oft times I think I am in a deep slumber, nightmarish about this life...the sad part about it is...I am totally awake...and mad as shit!

Degradation, 2013

What is life without sympathy? Empathy? Sympathy and empathy are the two emotional characteristics that make US, humans what we are...humans, differentiates US from any other living entity under the Heavens. Yet, this life has become lifeless. And rabid animals are starting to take over this Eden.

Male Teenage Survivor, 2027

We speak to no one except amongst ourselves. We are around no one, that is by choice. It's just the day that we are in. The position that Mother Nature put US in. Society is in a mess.

When a catastrophe happens at this magnitude it always brings out the worst in humans. And this one was no different. Our Father had prepared for this. He had weapons and ammunition for those weapons that would probably last for five years or more.

We knew others were out there, but our Father knew what these types of times did to people. He would only help children or women who came up to our door or approached US when we were out gathering. Any man...he would just shoot, with no questions being asked.

Hunting: That's What Y'all Men Call, Sport? (Black American Satirist) 1983

Now, in America, they did studies, sayin that if a woman has lil titties, they can't fuck. Talkin bout some kind of insecurity, not measurin up. Some bullshit! I hear that on the opposite side, women talkin bout lil dick mah fuckahs. So, what's the fuckin point?

I mean, in China, I ain't heard no man talkin bout those lil titty Asian women. Or the lil titty Asian women talkin bout lil dick Asian men. So again, what's the fuckin point? Your fuckin environment and it's people make up your beliefs. And your fuckin points! That ain't nothin scientific. Fuckin fact. No science involved, just fuckin natural, is all.

If I were a deer, I'd be laughin my ass off at the mah fuckah with his camos huntin garb on waitin, thinkin he blendin in and shit. But yah see, my ass is a full-timer, mah fuckah! I see yo pathetic, part-time-havin-nature-sorry-ass, but a mah fuckah needs his sustenance, needs tah fuckin eat! Just befo my life as a buck ceases.

But my ass is human! So fuck those mah fuckahs tryin tah fool Nature's Angels! Yo ass ain't gottah do that shit no mo! For real!

Heart Attack Victim, 2009

I felt the first sign in my left upper arm. Maybe fifteen minutes later my index and middle finger felt numb. I knew something was wrong. Like anything else, its about the process, and I wanted to find the truth about what I had been reading about and hearing about all this time was correct. I know it sounds absurd, but absurdity, I have found, is the fundamental flaw in US humans. So I kept doing what I was doing, workin in my garden. Then the truth was known maybe about five minutes after that, when it felt like a powerful person had wrapped their arms around my chest, squeezin...and I couldn't breath after that. Yes, at that point I knew the truth. And I wanted like nobody's business for either for me to catch my breath or the Lord just let me die right then and there. Not being able to breath is a horrible position to be in, and to make the situation worse, I had no idea how to get my breath back.

Luckily or not, I saw my wife running toward me, I reached out to her with all the strength I had left, and fell helplessly in slow motion, watching my wife getting taller as my torso and face headed south toward my garden, finally hitting home and nothing really mattered at that point.

I woke up with tubes all in my mouth. It felt like pain was streaming through my body like a fluid river...

It's been a year now. I'm still here. I can still kiss and see my babay, my Lovely wife. But there is one thing I rue every day, being alive witnessing all these medical bills. Good Lawd.

Discolored Heroes, (Black, Elderly Tribe Person, From Humboldt, Tennessee) 2014

People kill me about color. Then they wansta watch Superman! Shit, wantsta be Superman. Whateva! You stupid ass! Superman, for all you comic folk and not, loves the Sun. Gets his strength, from the Sun...well...seems to me...he should be a Black ass motha fucka, just like me, spendin that much time in the damn Sun.

I'm just sayin.

Today's Fashion, (Elderly Tailor, Tribe Person,) 2010

Oh, I remember. I remember a time when people would care about what they looked like. I remember a time when the material, what you made suits with, meant somethin. You took pride in your crafts-person-ship. Every time you made something, you took pride in it. Standin tall! Who cares if you're underpaid, I made this! Or at least...had a hand in it. I would like to make money but I want everyone to understand, by means of quality, I will make and sell you a suit at a reasonable price that will last you forever. And forever meant when you were six feet under because that's what forever is, until you die, not the human race, but until you die. Because this suit's for you. Tailor made...for you. And I understand..feel the material, the quality. Yes...I made this...for you. And once that person really started understanding what I was telling him it made sense but it still didn't matter at that point. I knew and once the contract had been understood, once again, he understood, and I always fulfilled my contract with not one person being disappointed. That's how you do it.

Today...today, everybody's trying to make money by selling these disposable clothes. And quality be damned. Um! Shame before God.

From A Majority Righty To A Minority Lefty, Black Female Aspiring Writer, July 7, 2011

I have noticed, but maybe I'm wrong, but there is some kind of elegance to a left handed person. The way that they hold their cigarette. Or the way that they hold a pistol or a rifle. The way that they shoot in the game of basketball. The way that they serve on a tennis court. The way that they throw a football. The way that they write. The way that they gesticulate...yes, there is something most ultimately delicious about witnessing something so natural to those who are left handed and to the majority of US righties, find it so damned odd; yet, wondrously visually appealing.

A Thought From A Sensient Tribe Member, 2016

It's all about memories. That's all life is when you really look at it philosophically. When I am going through my travails in this life, those would be better characterized as experiences. But once one, like myself, goes through said experiences, then they become memories. We are nothing but memories and future memories. Don't you see?

A Revolt Is Imminent, Laid Off Auto Worker, 2013

Do you want a revolution? Is this what we, the American underprivileged, have to resort to once more? Hasn't this society progressed further than to have to succumb to some archaic form of dissension to make the powers that be recognize the unfair treatment to US, the underprivileged? Times have changed, yet, the chasm between the rich and poor has stayed the same. Why is that you think this is righteous, all of you who take monies from US through taxes which you say we owe you for existing, subsisting, to live a normal life in this United States? One must pay a fee to work in this land which is all of ours, but the rich get to keep all that they have through the various loopholes of the law, a law that has always been so unjust to US, the underprivileged. A law we cannot afford nor trust. A law which is owned and operated clandestine by those who have oppressed US since the beginning of time.

Do you want a revolution? A rhetorical question which needs no audible answer. The only answer will only come through our actions, we, the underprivileged. But this time, we will have no mercy on any affluent person, man, woman or child. And our anger and frustration will be exacted.

Female Survivor, 2025

My Father and I used to love the rain. I remember he used to take me out when it was raining and we would walk, letting the rain wash all over us, as we took in its essence, its being. We looked forward to rainy days. Rainy days were days of just he and I. People taking cover wherever they could so they would not get wet. People avoided the outside when a downpour came. He would just laugh and say, "Let's go and soak up our environment." And we would. We didn't care. We were free when we walked together in the rain. I knew that. My Father knew that too. I think often of those times now because I cry. I cry because he, nor I, can go out and enjoy the environment when a downpour occurs. The rain burns so bad, acid rain.

My Father died from inhaling the ash that rained down upon us some five years ago. I'll be glad when I can, "soak up our environment," again. But for now, I can just watch the rain. Pray for him and pray for things to get better. I miss you Daddy.

Weary Pentecostal Preacher, 2015

Feel the breeze. Live fore these are the last days. Make amends with those who are your enemies because they may be needed in these turbulent times. Be of great strength, it too is needed to keep you grounded, so you may be prepared for what is to come. Say hello as well as goodbye to those who you meet and let pass in your wake, for you know not if your soul will ever be a witness again to those loved ones or to those passersby. When you eat, savor every morsel for it may be your last piece of nourishment. Pray diligently and you will receive your reward in these last days. Enjoy this life;alas, the next second may be Our last.

Indulge Not! (Female Poet) 2011

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.

USA: Land of The Absentee Rulers (Undergraduate Student / Economy Major) 1997

Most people don't know this but we have been sold. Of course in the truest form of supply and demand. Supply being the land in the United States. The demand, well, that's the kicker. The demand comes from the Global economy that has been put into place. You see, it's all about marketing and salesmanship. The United States has been marketing itself, to the elite of the world, to be in the forefront of habitation, where the rich people will want to live, now. The goal is to have all industry moved outside its borders while still controlling said industry. Instead of trying to be absentee rulers of people, The United States of America is marketing, toward the rich and affluent, to live in The United States while ruling over the, now, industrialized dirty countries overseas where they have relocated those industries.

No worries, a healthy environment, no pollution, no nasty health concerns..."Come to The United States and breath easier." But at a price. And most of US will not be able to live in a country where we deem ourselves citizens.

And the only way one, like myself, will be able to live inside these borders will be in a service position, only to serve the rich for menial wages, menial employment, substandard housing and, of course, no health care.

Cooling Embers (American Satirist) 2012

The fire that blazes inside us, tugs the slugs, plugs the tear ducts that fear the lust of life. Pipe filled to the hilt from the silt that has caused a black lilt to tilt and plunder in the storm and the thunder. Plunder all my faculties into the niceties of hope. Dope only being the soap which will cleanse the chaotic transitional ways in the mainstays as we all pray. Stay for a day before we pass suddenly away like Holloway in Aruba with many scuba divers to prosper as they falter. Sweating until you are used to never loft her into the twilight in the dark night as the moonlight seeks the shadows to fallow into the next season to reason. Plant the pant as the scant treason, teases and pleases. Appeases the multitude. Feuds no longer stronger. A bong stands stoically and radically as the vapors savor the oxygen wearing thin. THC leaving my body chemically. Piss turning a bright florescent green in the scene. Peeing another fleeing prisoner to never cause a fastener to minister to the sinister plot of the snot flowing, bestowing the causative effect. Prefect the sect of a religious catastrophic dialect. Pecks the specks of a high Myopic topic to become circumspect to dissect the heart torn apart to the point of confetti to pet. Let another stranger to linger in the cauldron to steel the will. Feel nothing but nonsense with no defense. Recompense about the days gone bye as it belies the ties. Pies cooling on the window sill to thrill an old school generation. Penetration in another vagina not kind to a marginal spread as the orgasm spasms into another level. Travels to another hemisphere not queer. Beer a mainstay to the laymen who famines, not feeling the stamens rooting in the ground with no sound. Profound to call a loud yelp for self help. Shhhhhhh! Time to shine, quit fooling around! Because I’m lost...never to find or to be found.

The Rise of The Chaldean (Chaldean American) 2018

Kick it and split it! Shit rolls down hill to kill, smothering the human standing for something in a world replete with nothing; a vast overcast. Gray clouds shroud aloud, clapping loudly at the soldiers standing proudly in its dark shadows. Dead warriors, conjures a repressive anomaly that is plain to see. Key your foes vehicle to make you feel better locally, wearing a sweater of fine quality while your poor ass tranquilly sits on the scorners’ seat morosely. Fallacy of humanity; piety bleeding from the fatal wounds of this sanctimonious bullshit fit to be tied; lied to as a virtue effulgently lit; ensue another pleasure to discover such false comfort of discomfort. Distort the truth as a ruse to cut loose the maniacal spending; politics sending a dour message which sours the cowards as well as the just; an ill administration causing castrations to the various populous members among us. Poverty stricken weakens the whole; causing a collective soul of Nicalative aspirations. Nation of knowledge sans college; abridge to the siege. Besiege upon the rulers; boring conduits of sewers. Skewers of such fine stainless steel quality. Humanoid! Ninety-nine percent of the people seem to be. But my people will rise, chastised because we are not baptized. Wisened and civilized; as the privileged catatonic will be washed away blessedly. Righteously! Biblically! Piously!

Alas! (Broke Black Prophet) August, 2020

Pop a pill to kill the ills; trying to alleviate the pain that gains, every second, every day. Pray until your knees are sullied and raw. Paw and scrape to try to survive this fated plight of life, ill perceived light that has dulled and dimmed over time. Crimes happening every millisecond. Tons of excuses become the ruse to the obtuse to the Holy Triangle. Strangle yourself with a noose never being cut loose, being cut down to rest with the pests, the rests of us confessed still judged not blessed. But, I am intrepid when the wind finally comes from the west. Armageddon being the absolute test. I’ll pass and you’ll be lying right next to me, on the ground; as my physical soul burns and I look around, with a smirk because we all had to feel this icy inferno fury. We all caused this horrible natural catastrophe; this wave of hell, this Tsunami of fire…now washing over our bodies.

Next Booty On Duty (American Satirist) 2013

Vanity of insanity;
Licking and sucking pricks and clits;
Making vile flicks;
As the consumer sits;
Massaging and stroking dicks and slits.
Going down in humans’ history
Of having such adept sexual exhibitionism.
Squirting jizm
Across the room,
A panacea to one’s priapism;
To thine life’s misery of capitalism.
Infamy of another category;
Sullied territory.
A testament to the human flesh factory's
Commentary.
Being bought and sold,
A pity to behold.
But let the story be told,
In terse brevity;
We are not hot or even lukewarm;
We are terminally cold.

Transpositions (Bosnian American) 1996

Delusions are ones’ truths and to another lies. Crying for one is the expression of great joy and to another great sorrow. Laughing is ones’ merriment and to another unbelievability. A whistle can express Beauty and tragedy. Look Kool. GoD DoG. LivE Evil. DeviL LiveD. EvoL LovE... Changing Light into Dark; the Truth into Lies.

Thy Destruction Cometh (Broke Black Prophet) August, 2020

I can see the mountaintops burning, spewing forth such iridescence; coughing up it's toxins which it has kept in its chest for too long. Many liquid glowing rivers flowing down, cascading with its heated wonder and splendor.

The time is now.

I see the trees shaking fearfully in anticipation of what will come. I see my fellow humans running for safety, but there is no place to run.

The time is now.

I see the Beauty of Thy destruction which is coming fast and furious. I see the horrible face of death coming my way and to so many others. I am scared; yet, my heart is filled with glory.

The time is now.

Sans A Fig Leaf, 2018

I walk a mile and smile, all the while both sides of the streets are nothing neat. Unseat the concrete out from under my feet. But I step lively, happily as I am a witness, one of a few who do. I look high then nigh, sigh but keep keepin on. Walking strong with no shoes on. Songs of the key of life running through my head, Bill Withers not even giving me dread as I said, one must be in balance walking on the unbalanced life which I am embedded. Shed my clothes so long ago. Baked and naked in the searing sun as I run…for freedom.

I Wish You Were Here! (Black Stoner) 1978

Sending stars from above as the lift off occurs;
Blurs through my sight as the lights of the earth get a little smaller.
I holler from the lovely emotion speeding toward the atmosphere as my soul starts to level off;
I select a better view as the jettisons stop.
I hop on my back to pay attention to outer space,
Throwing up a peace sign as I stare in wonder;
The thunder rumbles through my back and out of my chest,
Aftershocks from the sky a little below me.
The best is yet to come as my soul gets ready for re-entry
Being gone what seemed for so long.
I land so softly upon the green earth, touching down.
I turn around and say,
"Fire it up again! 'Cause I'm goin for nother round!"
The sound is tremendous as the smoke is sucked in,
The rockets burning off what isn't needed.
B-B-Boom!
It's lift off. . .all over again.