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Unfortunate Son (a persona piece)

from The Obscene Gravity Of Silence by Paulie Lipman

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A dirty feather from America's right wing

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UNFORTUNATE SON
(a persona poem)

There’d be no use in skinning ya
‘cuz I wouldn’t have your hide
for my boots

Your pinched face
seem to form the same old fucking questions
How?
Why?
So,
I’ll take 2 minutes to explain myself
but then, you’d better run ,because my .38
ain’t as fussy as a knife

There ain’t no one reason for the way I am
Mommy never beat me, Daddy
didn’t soothe me to sleep with Mein Kampf
and I ain't never had no burning cross for a night light
That’s something those tin shit psychiatrists
can't seem to rap their precious Ph.D.’s around
They always mistake me for one of
Hitler’s bitter little bastards, ‘cept
my folks are American, god damn it

I am born of an honesty that
we as a country have abandoned
Don’t Tread On Me
clenched between our teeth, knowing
that atrocity is acceptable, if paradise is the reward
This honesty is inside every one of you , ‘cept
I got the balls to walk it and talk it
in the daylight
My hate is not a precise Charles Whitman hollow point, but
as widespread as founding father buckshot
I am a rattler, coiled in the heart of the American Dream

But my birth certificate
is as false as the president’s
Those 2 names at the bottom
are no more my parents than
the stars and stripes are yours
My family
is the truest of trinities
I am the dirty hate fuck of
Bedford Forrest , Byron De La Beckwith,
and the holiest of holies
I am made in my fathers’ image
Righteous, wrathful, and avenging
the Old Testament made into skin
Jesus
fucked it up with all that love talk
Why you think it is Daddy put him up on that spit?
I am the child that God got right
and need no army or apostles to carry out
his judgment

Y’all
aint nothing but monkeys with thumbs
unworthy of God’s green earth and He
has deemed you all damned
That is why he has sent me
but unlike the last Armageddon go around
He will hold the floods until
I have made crosses of every telephone pole
and nooses of every power line and
all the billions of sinners of every color
are hangin’ high, then
he will let slip the sea
and finally wash this world clean
I
will not mind the quiet
It’s the only reward
that I have ever asked of Him

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from The Obscene Gravity Of Silence, released March 15, 2011

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Paulie Lipman Denver, Colorado

Paulie Lipman has been a part of 8 Denver National Slam Teams(including '04's second place and '06's national champions). His work has appeared in The Legendary, Borderline, and the Write Bloody anthology: The Good Things About America.

In addition to Spoken Word, Pauile is also a musician/composer and is available for hire for commercial/video game/soundtrack work.
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