Art in Our Times, a poem

Art in Our Times Piss poor excuse for a joke, All the un-ironic irony in real life. I have always said it, Life is a parody of the self, We live in Chaplin’s Modern Times, We are the machines, And the proles. We are wheels, Turning and obedient to the driver, Circle after circle, LoopContinue reading “Art in Our Times, a poem”

A Step Over Me, a socialist poem about the unhoused

How else will you get into the coffee shop?
You’ll have to step over me.
A lump or a mound of garbage,
To you that is what I appear to be.

Rebels Lead The March of History (a poem)

Rebels Lead The March of History! Do not forget, It was the rebels who brought forth our days! And do not forget, the people who learned, But got little praise. Stupid is a condition, Ignorance a choice, So stop the idiotic voice. So cheers to the rebels, Who died for our better days! And peaceContinue reading “Rebels Lead The March of History (a poem)”

Three Napkins I Scribbled My Soul On

Recently as I was filing my chaotic pile of notes that clog my writing desk I came across three napkins with sporadic red sharpie on it. I remembered that last summer I was at a huge party to see a friend’s band. In a fit of something I have yet been able to describe withContinue reading “Three Napkins I Scribbled My Soul On”

Sacramento Law Enforcement is Run By Morons

Alright, plenty has been written and analyzed about Black Lives Matter, racial justice, and cases like Stephon Clark. They have been written more stringently and better than anything I am capable of writing. However there is one thing I do have to point out about the aftermath of the Stephon Clark shooting or rather IContinue reading “Sacramento Law Enforcement is Run By Morons”

A Poem for Stephon Clark

Stephon Clark, A Daddy of two, Was shot twenty times, Or was it twenty two? You see, it’s so easy to get the little things mixed up, Maybe that is why the cops Told us three stories that were made up. Sac PD, here our cries You will continue to hear them, The more thatContinue reading “A Poem for Stephon Clark”

Rambling About Depression in the Dark

I sit here writing this in the dark because it’s 5am and my ceiling’s light bulb just burnt out. The darkness is fitting though. It is fitting to write about one’s depression in the dark. Mental illness is a funny thing, the slightest thing can trigger the worst of episodes. What is even worse isContinue reading “Rambling About Depression in the Dark”

The Truth About Charter Schools

Charter schools are agents of the school to prison pipeline, their lack of regulations make it almost impossible to actually teach, and their treatment of teachers is inexcusable.

Dreamers Are Worth More Than Dollars

A consistent defense that capitalist liberals and conservatives like to go to when defending DACA and Dreamer’s is how much surplus value Dreamers generate.  Of course, they don’t actually use the words “surplus value.”  What happens is nearsighted liberal mouth pieces like Joy Ann Reid go on twitter tangents about how much money Dreamers pumpContinue reading “Dreamers Are Worth More Than Dollars”

Aphorism 13

water is life, and oil is made of dinosaurs and the 45th president of the USA is a reality TV star. These are facts.

Charleena Lyles and 3

Charleena, Charleena A mother of 3. Several bullets laid out     For her children to see. Charleena is dead  And so is her baby. For Charleena was pregnant, She was past month 3. Charleena, Charleena, You had a name. As did several others, All the casualties in this game. Charleena, Charleena, I did notContinue reading “Charleena Lyles and 3”

February 23, 2017

Work work work work work. More important that I eat, Than you feel welcome.