Poetry

The Asylum Was Once Sane

I fought a chick
In the streets I fought a chick
I thought hmm they claim they iz equal
So I’ma fight a bitch

I fought the odds, I went against them, facts
When I blast the MAC it turns into a TEC, just magically
Saddle me, but not with debt
Oh wait these days that’s the only thing one can be saddled with
The school of Adler’s shit

I enrolled in DePaul
Which major? Fuck it.
I studied them all
I’m having a ball but my basketball is across the room……weird.

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Press Conference

2nd Question

Jose…how are you feeling today?

I don’t know man. I’m not feeling any particular way. Umm I am happy that many people are now reading my writing. And we’ll see what the verdict is. Do more people than not agree that this is what life is like for them.

But wait if I could just interrupt for a moment…some of the stuff you say is just plain off putting. Do you see any value in that? I don’t understand so if you could just –

Yeah. Well, umm…if people find what I write off putting, so be it. I just hope those people can compartmentalize and appreciate other aspects of my writing. And really I just hope for empathy for both the good and bad.

Wow that may be alot to ask for, sir.

Ok. Next question.

Looking back on everything that’s happened…do you have any regrets?

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Press Conference

1st Question

Jose, umm, what would you be doing if you weren’t a writer?

Umm…honestly I think I would have been a farmer…yeah most likely…I like to farm. I farm good. I’m just blessed, man, that this writing shit presented itself as an opportunity to improve my surroundings and get out of the situation I was in. I don’t think I would have achieved the same success through farming. But I mean…that’s probably what I would have ended up doing if it wasn’t for writing..

Thank you.

Next question.

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Poetry

Terminally Ill

I’m a slicker city
Shining like a city sticker on a Maserati
Or a blue striped shark Bugatti
I’m like otti when I show my body
I’m crazy I’m handsome
I’m lazy I’m ransom
In highschool I ran some
From rival gangs
My idols slain
They died in drive-bys
One even had his wake shot up
Out of the coma I got up from
I think your occupation is dumb

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