Big Bad Uncle Sam and Little Red In Tha & Hood

Big Bad Uncle Sam and Little Red In Tha 'Hood

"Why, Uncle Sam, what big military bases you are building in Latin America!"
"Yes, my child, the more coups and narco-trafficing to line my pockets with."
"What big drug companies you have!"
"The better to anesthetize and depopulate the American people with, little one."
"What sinister pop stars and secret societies you have!"
"The more devious and self-destructive my citizens will want to be."
"What big chemtrails you have!"
"The more disease and confusion to control the population with, my sweet."
"What big bombs you keep dropping, Uncle Sam!"
"The more control of oil $$$ and puppet dictators I can install."
"What a big economic depression you have!
"Just one more nail in the coffin, Little Red in tha 'Hood!"

You Know Who You Are

You Know Who You Are

Nicole Danielle Rhoe Melnick

Up yours you know who you are

you thought it was forward toward love

I cut every chain that captures flesh

that’s grown out of the mud

You thought I’d just play my guitar?

Waiting for a surprise from above

like an apostle on the road to Marrakesh

to eat a nest of grubs

I’ll return your gestures post haste

promise there’ll be no delay

to testify in your case

so you will not alchemically lead us astray

Your leaky tongue dripping waste

rapaciously contaminates our days

You may like the putrid taste

of destruction and decay

I know I have to go alone

to know discomfort and count the tally

of all the pots cooking soup from stone

some on the mount, some in the alley

There is proof in burning a throne

chip away at the grand finale

scratching away the polished chrome

I put an end to this dilly-dally