have i lost my flow?

I.
the weekend is here
five days of personal hedonism
in my 85 degree, third floor island
two weeks until another month’s hire.

i'm not going to the delusion in dc
like all the other brown-skinned
lulled by the piper's seductive tale of 'change'

oh, yes there will be 'change'
made for $20/$50/$100
but i have no room for
slick-sexy advertisements of hope

Hope, AR has already happened.
after the 23 year old in today’s me
voted for the musician
(i got fooled by the sax),

two years later,
the siren’s song catapulted starving flesh
into OD green and steel boots—
at least i got to eat 3 times a day
and only work 1 job

yes, he’s sexy
and good to wife and kids
but how does that help
to massage that $40k boil on Sally Mae’s ass

will my $15k divorce suckling
(engorged monthly at 30.0% APR)
be sated by a shirtless, cut up messiah king?

II.
of all things, most embarrassing
is lack of critical thought
and gaily promoted unconsciousness.
lemming lives are in style,

dissent brings a verbal gang bang
from those who need most
to floss mental cavities and
freeze funds for the arctic economy.

why can’t I find prescient
outlookers? why is my alarm,
constantly cried in friendly wilderness,
ignored as ‘hating-ass black bitchitude*’?

it's way past time to take up third worldliness
but even the Caribbean kool aid
is laced with cyan-flavored
CNN-colored lies.


* many thanks to the Angry Black Bitch blog [http://angryblackbitch.blogspot.com/] for coining this term - i use it, indebted to her creativity in coining the word.