POETRY THREAD

[Anonymous No.9628953]

Whitey, whitey, whatchu doin?
Why yo appropriate ma shit?
Whitey, whitey, we wuz rulin
And yo lived in som caveman pit

Whitey, whitey, bitch ass cracker
Yo stole all ma technology
Whitey, whitey, we will smack ya
With da tru egyptology

[Anonymous No.9629006]

While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening
to empire
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the
mass hardens,
I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots
to make earth.
Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances, ripeness and decadence;
and home to the mother.
You making haste haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stubbornly
long or suddenly
A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains:
shine, perishing republic.
But for my children, I would have them keep their distance from the thickening
center; corruption
Never has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the monster's feet there
are left the mountains.
And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant,
insufferable master.
There is the trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught – they say –
God, when he walked on earth.