“Our Culture Cannot Be Killed” (A poem dedicated to the erased mural on 24th and Folsom, SFM, and a response to the wise words of weasels)

“Our Culture Cannot Be Killed”
(A poem dedicated to the erased mural on 24th and Folsom, SFM, and a response to the wise words of weasels)

Patronize me bully me oppress me mock me
Murder me
Tell me I’m all fucked up
I need that from you
Your manners and etiquette
Your command:
“Be A Good Person”

I better be a good boy
So I should make sure and
Ask you
Is this what you mean?

Not my existence but
Your existence your air your being is what it means “to be”—
Hamlet lied—
There is no “not to be”
All being is you
What you say it is
Trademarked by your
Flag of force
No other reason to live except for your
Disneyland dreams and McDonald’s mansions
Those golden arches
Guiding me to
The entrance of pearly gates
Glittering estates full of flowers and green grass
Green dollars
Fluorescent green glowing from
Nuclear blasts
Lay on the sweet bed of being
Don’t worry
You will not melt

Like the Fonz “Ayy” thumbs up, leather jacket, milk smile
Happy Day
Which is
No plural community
Only one alone
Independence in the manner of
Good old fashioned American independence
Selfishness sickness
Cause you can do it without others
This place is yours for the taking
Manifest Destiny, homes!
A luxurious lie
A horrible hoodwink
A deception to make you believe that simply
Pulling yourself up by your bootstraps
Is possible for the majority of you all
When the majority of you all got
Giant red bullseye targets tattooed on your backs
The day you were born

Now we get to the good stuff
Morality ethics principles scruples decency
Look it up in the dictionary cause it’s right there for all to read:
Of the color of pure snow
The opposite of Black
(Brown, of course, is shit)
Without evil intent
God is White
Blonde hair blue eyes
Be good
Like God
Who makes the laws and
Breaks the laws yet
Expects you to abide by them nonetheless
Be part of this paradox
Good good good boy
Pat you on the head like a dog or
Massacre you on the street like a bad

Homo Sapien
Latin for “wise man”
(No stupid shits allowed)
Human being
A worthy vessel of existence
Not some fucking hunched over monkey savage animal Indio
But a real live erect walker
Straight like a hard dick
Sometimes he holds that name
Like Dick Nixon
Tricky Dick
President Richie Nixon
A person like that
Nice and normal
Walking and talking that game
Commanding you
“Be A Good Person”
And you gotta salute and respond
“Aye, Aye, Sir”
Cause that’s the fucking commander in chief
A good person

Our Culture Cannot Be Killed
Skulls and cholos
Aint got no good people
We got the dregs of the gutter
The mamas from the fields
The papas from the prisons
The kids from the streets
We got color but it aint bright
It’s dark
Gruesome green
Battered blue
Beat down brown
Righteous red
A rainbow of reality aint no good but it’s better
Than a command to what I know is worse
Gentrification of the mind
Assault on authentic ideas
An unloving of myself of my people

You be a good person
I love my gente too much to betray them
Together in hell is better than your heaven







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