You and dead were on a roll. I particularly liked the St. Trayvon poem:
Trayvon
by Maya Angeloo
I sing of thee Trayvon
Lamented burnt umber crayon
Shoud of stayed at home
and got your lay-on
But you heard the siren song of wet grass
and headed for Seven Elevon.
Zimmerman the triggerman
Big game hunter lay in wait
White hispanic in a panic
Rubberheaded, held your fate.
By punching him, you tried to reason
You cant of known - was black-boy season
Stand your ground, ground and pound,
Frito Bandito shot you down.
” Frito Bandito”??? Sorry for ignorance, but is that real?
They are attacking Fraternities that want to have a “ Fiesta” party because its “Racist”, bet then “Frito Bandito”?
Will Tyrone Green get a stamp when he passes?
Images, by Tyrone Green
Dark and lonely on the summer night.
Kill my landlord, kill my landlord.
Watchdog barking - Do he bite?
Kill my landlord, kill my landlord.
Slip in his window,
Break his neck!
Then his house
I start to wreck!
Got no reason —
What the heck!
Kill my landlord, kill my landlord.
C-I-L-L ...
My land - lord ...
Def!