POEM: THE AUDACITY OF GREED (DEDICATED TO THE PEOPLE OF NEW ORLEANS) (832 hits)
I'm madder than a crowd on the day Mardi Gras passes Our elders may not be able to pay back their taxes They don't want the 44th president to be our man Hell, they won't even approve of his stimulus plan
Governor Jindal talked about his role in Katrina Red Cross, Army Corps of Engineers, and FEMA Tell me how could he be about protecting the South When he is more crooked than Bobby Brown's mouth
Like Tupac I wonder if heaven got any ghettos As I sit on my front porch manicuring my nails The mayor and city council need to go to hell For keeping the fuel adjustment on our light bill
As I take the cover off of my water meter Oh my goodness, what is this crap I see here? How the world can they mark our bill "R" for Read There's enough dirt in the meter to bury the dead
Angelina and Brad Pitt are standing alone In helping the 9th ward rebuild their homes Where are the Jesse's and Al's of our time They only come out when it's a racist crime
Everything and everyone close to me is dying Turn on the movie channel to keep from crying Comtemplating what my next move is gonna be It's to write a book called The Audacity Of Greed
