Orcs From Mordor
This poem I plan to memorize,
because I’m fitting to terrorize:
I’m bobbin & weaving
till I put it all on the deck,
put my foot down,
break your neck
ya cronies & ya rednecks
on ya ponies,
what the heck!
what’s with the white hoods on ya heads?
Three debates n you still slinging that hate
bout making America great?
I’m putting you in your place
I spray you with mace from the tip of my tongue
prevent you from poisoning our young,
Like Luke Cage
I bring white hot rage,
not white sage
turn the right page,
say farewell to the Kali Yuga Age.
I thought we were home, safe and clear,
and now, we’re here
four years of dealing with this clown,
a court jester wears the crown??
its a national meltdown,
reason fell down,
decency had a breakdown
ugly nouns grind into the ground,
everybody: go on and frown,
tick tock listen to the count down,
the clock is tickin,
take a licking,
no more politicking,
kicking up dust
with your lust
just an orange little boy full of cower.
If you win,
I do not concede,
from this foul union I secede,
consider me a rebel,
a blackberry sour cherry,
my commentary is legendary
my tongue mightier than the military
My words give you disentery,
I send you to the apothecary
I’m a patriot not a hatriot,
refuse to accept a demagogue,
So I’m putting you on notice:
Run n Hide,
better yet: Stay Inside,
cuz I’ma tag you every chance I get,
the stage’s been set.
Trump: You’re a grave mistake,
In their graves my ancestors make
howling with a yearn.
all those who fought and bled for this land,
to give each other a hand.
You’re a sin,
we already knocked down a wall in West Berlin
but you wanna wind back the clock
back track to a laughing stock,
put ya balls & %$#* in a sling
we gonna do this evil thing,
you gonna wanna sing,
too late to turn back now
you unleashed the hate
Out the barn came all the cows,
Now we’re overrun by Orcs from Mordor,
from now on it ain’t nothing but
Best get ready.
You done pissed off this dago wop
too late now to make me stop,
you should know my tongue is lethal,
I got a AK-47 spitting rhymes
with my words I wipe out a cathedral
full of people,
put an end to the deceitful,
demolish the medieval,
flatten you like bread unleavened,
send you to heaven.
They say the pen is mightier than the sword,
and a devastating pen is my reward,
my knockout punch,
and I got a hunch you’ve got a glass chin,
souls caved in and you got no heart,
I relish a part in your demise,
ain’t afraid of you and your spies.
Be advised, my tongue is sharp as a knife,
I make it my business to retire you & your wife ,
Don’t get in my way,
this game ain’t over
till you sing Red Rover.
November 7, 2016
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