Obama (Part 1)
A Man comes along
Promising change
Does that change his promise?
Does that change his premise?
Or is change his nemesis?
Mortality
What makes a human tick?
Tick like a clock?
Hickory Dickory Dock?
Time's essence passes
Leaving me adrift in its wake
And it's my wake, in fact,
That you're here for
Obama (Part II)
If a Man aims to be the biggest cheese,
And if this man really seeks the tippety-top,
He needs to know it is the Man he must please,
Ere he calls a white comb-over or a 'fro his mop,
The Man aint playing wit you, The Man knows what he sees,
So don't be playing The Man for no sorry-ass fop.
Whoso a man, a black man, would lead Amerikkka?
Not in my house said Whitey, apprehended by hysterica.
Date Written: September 11, 2008 Author:Mr. Joshua Average Vote: 5
Comments:
09/14/2008qualcomm: does one read this with that "poetry slam" phrasing?
09/16/2008TheBuyer: oh Peter, I love it when you're topical.
09/18/2008Mr. Joshua: Disney, you suck. No more free-money picks for you, if you can't bother to maintain the architecture of this stupid, cunting Web 1.0 site.
09/24/2008Dick Vomit: I think this is great.
09/25/2008qualcomm: eliza: grolsch, guy?
09/25/2008Eliza: What does that suggest to you?
09/25/2008qualcomm: eliza: shortly after you exited the bathroom at pete's candy store, dick vomit discerned a tangy pong.
09/25/2008Eliza: What's your least favorite moment in this short?
03/10/2009scoop (5): Although it may shame the author to hear this, I have to point out that this is as good, if not significantly superior to, un-ironic versions of this kind of urban poetry slamming. The author must either be black or be a white guy with dreads and an uncanny understanding of the street and its emotional disposition. There is a real skill at work here, a really stupid skill.