Sixty-Something Rap

i write
to engage
and enrage

i write
to retire
to conspire
to inspire

i write
to trigger

i ain’t no singer
but i’ll
send you the song
of my middle finger

i write
to relax
to pacify
to objectify
to diversify

i write to offend
and defend
until the end

i write
to dig
deep
until i weep

a slope
so steep
there is no escape

i write
mundane
feel the pain
don’t abstain

i write
profane

nasty
and tasty
and sexy
and smart

i write
not to employ
but to enjoy

i write
for republicans
and democrats
and mall rats

greens and reds
pinks yellows
for jews and true blues
that’s no news


for christians
muslims
and saints

anglican alcoholics
and pussies who faint
men who say ‘are’
and those who say ‘ain’t’

i write
of tears
and fears
toys
and joys

i write
for gals
with tresses
and guys in dresses
and those that
never confesses

my art
uses every
color of paint
without restraint

masterpieces
of cutting wit

rhythms
and melodies
that confuse
and infuse

graffiti
on your floor
front door
for the poor
and weak of will

i write
to the president
and politicians
holy men
and the man on the street

feel the heat
beat
your meat
move your feet

get off your ass
and do it fast

before

the glaciers melt

before

arizona
is
beachfront property

don’t delay
get into the fray

someday

we may
no longer
exist

so forget the list
get really pissed

and do

something

today