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.
I especially like the last line. Bravo.
Reminds me of “Courageous” where the hispanic “gang leader” was in the back of the patrol car, ordering lunch in Spanish in a threatening tone to the thug they’d picked up, causing him to panic.
LOL, you almost got me.
Something tells me she didn’t write that.
Well done!
Hey dead,
you’re a poet
and I didn’t know it
but you showed it! :)
I’m dying of laughter here. That was hilarious!
LOL!
Sniff. So beautiful. Brings tears to my eyes. (Also: LMAO)
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.
now that is hysterical! and quite good!
“...Lamented burnt umber crayon...”
I’m SO done after that one!!! ROLFMAO....!
Bravo! Well done!!!
Excellent!
Ha!
The worstest poo-em I’ve haz ever read.
I hope that that is satire. No one can write poetry that bad. Not even Volgons.
LOL!