you can be black, blatantly racist
and still managed to blow smoke rings
with white intellectuals.
there is something wrong
in this picture.
this was 1969.
we all eat our own shit sometimes.
nobody cares if some of your words
comes out of your ass.
it’s the same shithole where the best poetry
the world had ever known came out.
the aforementioned verse is for us to swallow,
no questions asked.
ad motherfucking infinitum.