(or consumption of the jamestown fla-vor-aid)


death makes you famous
so why are we all afraid to die?
and why do we cry
for those who go before us?

3,000+ killed in NYC on 9/11
and we sped into war
as of now we have killed 9000+
citizens (women & children)
or what we call “collateral damage”

a young black girl is kidnapped
raped and sodomized
and its on the news for a day or two
and no one is brought to justice
a rich white girl is murdered five years ago
and the investigation is still open

genocide is committed by the US government
when they slaughter a church in waco
the murderers go free


we pay taxes for our big screens & cadillacs
and those taxes pay for bombs
bombs to be dropped on
children in other countries
its okay though
because they have dark skin

we ignore those starving
and dying in the third world
to watch a fat busniess man live life
like one of those kids on an island
they eat bugs everyday
when he does though he wins $1 million
we’d rather watch him though
he’d look better on the cover of EW

we’ll look passed a basketball star
raping a 15 year old
and pissing on her
just like we’ll look passed
the 500,000 dead in Rwanda in ‘94

i’m not trying to judge
or point the finger
because i too am part of the populus
that is high on apathy
it runs through my veins like $5 coffee

do i give to charities?
or fight for a cause?
no
i don’t
do i give my time?
or volunteer?
hell no




but i do sit around and complain

all i can say i do
is think about people who i don’t know
and will never meet
all i can say i do is learn about
their tragedy
as i watch a documentary i rented
which costs more
than they’ll make in a year

i am a no name nobody
a boy you see on the streets
a suburban falsity
a caucasian fraud
i feel for those less fortunate than me
because i have the opporunity and the luxury to
to stop and think about others lives
out of boredom i learn about their world
i read words that submerge
my consciousness
into another realm
i dodge bullets and scrounge up food
only in my mind
i’m so fat and full of fast food
and i veg while i read about
you starving savages

i write about you to exploit you
i want to achieve glory
and attain accolades for my words
words based on your struggle

you are on the brink of death
and i’m on the brink of fame
i’m gonna be rich because you’re not

and this is possible
because i’m from
the US of A