by Lilian Bui 12/4/2009
Hey, you over there!
Yeah,
You.
The one with the Kanye glasses,
The roofoveryourhead,
The Benz,
The flat screen,
The savings plan,
The diamond-studded diamonds on your
Favorite Coach handbag.
What right do you have to feel sorry for yourself?
He says,
"My parents won't ever get me,"
Swiping Daddy's credit card.
"I can't afford my membership,"
Ever thought of getting a job, working hard?
She says,
"My boyfriend left me yesterday"
Well, he wasn't good enough.
"I feel so lost and lonely"
Join the fucking club.
Children of the Middle Class -
Because you are just children -
Times are hard for the rest of us.
Self-pity
Is your biggest
Luxury.
Friday, December 4, 2009
from 1263
by Emily Dickinson
(on books)
There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away,
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry –
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll –
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears a Human soul.
(on books)
There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away,
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry –
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll –
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears a Human soul.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Lunch
written 12/3/2009 about summer 2009
Ya shoulda seen me yesterday;
I ate my lunch alone.
Instead of Ivory Tower,
I resigned on Ivory Throne.
Ya shoulda seen me yesterday;
At odds and out of tune -
I left the cafeteria
To sit in Women's Room.
The pinstripe men of morning
(And the high-heeled women too)
Were such lackluster company
I opted for the loo.
Don't judge or dare to discount
My taste in lunch locale.
I'd sooner ingest feces
Than feign a high morale.
They chit-chit chitter chatter
As they talk about themselves
Who-slept-with-who and whoknowswhat
Within the personnel.
I can't believe my 9 to 5
Renders every ounce of gall.
If you had to work here, people,
You'd be down in the next stall.
Ya shoulda seen me yesterday;
I ate my lunch alone.
Instead of Ivory Tower,
I resigned on Ivory Throne.
Ya shoulda seen me yesterday;
At odds and out of tune -
I left the cafeteria
To sit in Women's Room.
The pinstripe men of morning
(And the high-heeled women too)
Were such lackluster company
I opted for the loo.
Don't judge or dare to discount
My taste in lunch locale.
I'd sooner ingest feces
Than feign a high morale.
They chit-chit chitter chatter
As they talk about themselves
Who-slept-with-who and whoknowswhat
Within the personnel.
I can't believe my 9 to 5
Renders every ounce of gall.
If you had to work here, people,
You'd be down in the next stall.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
The Square Root of Three
by David Feinberg
made famous in Harold & Kumar go to Guantanamo Bay
I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
made famous in Harold & Kumar go to Guantanamo Bay
I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
the way to hump a cow is not
by e.e. cummings
the way to hump a cow is not
to get yourself a stool
but draw a line around the spot
and call it beautifool
to multiply because and why
dividing thens by nows
and adding and(i understand)
is hows to hump a cows
the way to hump a cow is not
to elevate your tool
but drop a penny in the slot
and bellow like a bool
to lay a wreath from ancient greath
on insulated brows
(while tossing boms at uncle toms
is hows to hump a cows
the way to hump a cow is not
to push and then to pull
but practicing the art of swot
to preach the golden rull
to vote for me(all decent men
and wonens will allows
which ifmthey don't to hell with them)
is hows to hump a cows
the way to hump a cow is not
to get yourself a stool
but draw a line around the spot
and call it beautifool
to multiply because and why
dividing thens by nows
and adding and(i understand)
is hows to hump a cows
the way to hump a cow is not
to elevate your tool
but drop a penny in the slot
and bellow like a bool
to lay a wreath from ancient greath
on insulated brows
(while tossing boms at uncle toms
is hows to hump a cows
the way to hump a cow is not
to push and then to pull
but practicing the art of swot
to preach the golden rull
to vote for me(all decent men
and wonens will allows
which ifmthey don't to hell with them)
is hows to hump a cows
I, Too, Sing America
by Langston Hughes
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--
I, too, am America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--
I, too, am America.
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
by Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
To Henribald in October
(written for Henry Pham a.k.a Henribald, partner in crime)
A raisin in the sun
is as good as done
a cooked grape ready to eat.
A Jew in the oven
Devoid of all lovin'
Leaves stains and plaque in your teeth.
Is baby blood nutritious?
Who cares - it's delicious!
Wash down your sins with a brimming glass
You're damn sick but you've still got class!
You never know
at this rate
The Devil might be your dinner date!
For our appetite
We'll be had
But good to know
if you're there too,
Hell won't be so bad.
A raisin in the sun
is as good as done
a cooked grape ready to eat.
A Jew in the oven
Devoid of all lovin'
Leaves stains and plaque in your teeth.
Is baby blood nutritious?
Who cares - it's delicious!
Wash down your sins with a brimming glass
You're damn sick but you've still got class!
You never know
at this rate
The Devil might be your dinner date!
For our appetite
We'll be had
But good to know
if you're there too,
Hell won't be so bad.
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