May the One

polysyllabic motherfuckers think they smart

flaunting they over-education like big dicks,

acting like logic be straight brain acts with no heart

involved, no regular ass dude skill to see tricks

as they played out; these cats think they got extra-wise

analytical abilities through degrees

obtained as they daddy’s money gets recognized

into next layer of MDs and PhDs,

then they learn to forget privilege pre-ordained

and explain they success as hard work diligence,

but bitch, dig a ditch for dollars then come complain

about how people be lacking intelligence;

talk big word solutions to all the shit you want,

but you ain’t solved shit for real, just talking to flaunt.

dumb done got dumber, ain’t no doubt about that fact,

but smart done gone downhill too at a steeper dip;

we all internetted up, let like minds attract,

full of self-import like we genius for the hip,

properly inclined, tuned in through the constant buzz,

mocking ignorant ass others as lesser ass bitches

without physical flesh finger on what we was

getting done other than distractions, thick riches

of mindless clever memes, severing us from “they”,

trusting in a day of scientific rapture

where non-believing beliebers will lead the way

with like button witticisms, plus screen capture

cum animated gif of our gift to the earth -

that we so damn “best.evar” since our online birth

stack o’ books by the bed collect dust to the head

never read as I tread barely above waters

struggle to juggle financial chains until dead

while simultaneously trying to raise three daughters

without the same environmental ill effects

which had polluted me; but made me see the art

in every piece of shit I passed as paychecks

slipped through loose grips, I chased after words in my heart

after hours, in the dark, brain-lit by half-witted

delusions that them books might get etched with my name,

but you’re either born a success or pre-fitted

for failure as birthright regardless of your game;

but real deal wordsmith shapes swords from the suffering,

real grime never shines through library buffering

big ass manifesto, poor man blessed to see through

stick figure representations of attractive

images, bitches tricked into trying to do

impossible bullshit, build radioactive

hips unable to birth chilling ass children much

less wiggle from sexual friction as we pass

time in the ancient ways, buck naked caveman clutch

activating molecules excited by ass

that got power, that got force, that got mountain curves

creating earthquake motion buried inside us deep,

going deeper when stimulating them wild nerves

what which first caused man and woman to dark cave creep

and make babies for the future as eras pass,

but you can’t procreate truth with a skinny ass