‘Tis The Season Of Suicide

Let’s go get stoned
Let’s go get stoned
And while we’re out
Let’s pick up six packs of
Cluster bombs from General
Dynamics—‘bombies’ for our
Babies and grandbabies to play with…

Let’s go get shot
Let’s go get shot
Attempting beer with a
Notorious Negro sheriff—
Judas/Stephen Clarke—and
Other bassackwards Negroz
Of the Thom-ass Clarence-
Strong-arm Williams Tribe…

Let’s go get screwed
Let’s go get screwed
By neo-liberal lemon-dick
Dems—since it’s the season of
PSYOPs —suicide coming once
Every four years, making us
Hurt ourselves… seven generations…

Former forklift driver/warehouse worker/janitor, Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; BAR's Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC. Read other articles by Raymond Nat, or visit Raymond Nat's website.