Forgotten Place

stupid fuckers spouting racist views

and the event becomes worldwide news

once a stop on the Milwaukee Road

now the home to a pair of chodes

that walk the main drag loaded down,

no wonder they're seen as f*****g clowns

crosses bent into eight right angles

these are folks that want to tangle

with the local police and the people

that serve hot-dish beneath the steeple

now in the public eye, this forgotten place

the new residents refuse to take the chase

a white haven in the minds of few

they are losers that have zero clue

but the parasites seek those molehills,

tales that are gold-wrapped bitter pills

because filler sells and the watchers feed

off the fallout from the racist creed

spouted by a cornball from the North

preaching from his Peace Garden porch

but the story has yet to play itself out

eighty-eight tools might scream and shout

and breath racist fire across the prairie

and maybe s**t will get real, will get scary

so play the waiting game, just watch and gaze

and hope for the best, not the end of days

Author's Note

Meh...a waste of life inspired this piece...

Reviews

[Vian]

It was so crude. The first curse words jumped out and slapped me in the face. I liked the point you made. It was driven home with the raw passion that vulgarities give. I liked it.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thank you, Vian!