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Array ( [sid] => 14163 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Rich White Boy God [time] => 2003-03-12 17:20:00 [hometext] => A powerful, patronizing piece about racism in America. [bodytext] => I am the rich white boy god.
Give me stuff or else I’ll kill you.
Not just any stuff will do.
Give me stuff or else I’ll kill you.
Make it shiny like my gun.
Make it expensive like my taste
or else I’ll lay your world to waste.
Give me stuff. Give me stuff.
I am the rich white boy god.
Give me stuff to cool my temper.
Then some stuff to temper the cool.
Feed me milk and honey and run.
I own the things that run your nightmares.
I am the rich white boy god.
I am the rich white boy god.
I manage the company that watches
your home security system every night.
I make the toasters that don’t kill your children,
as well as the ones that do.
Then I decide which one you’ll buy.
Bow down to me in worship.
I am the rich white boy god.
I pay you when I want to,
you pay me when I say.
And every other forty-third Tuesday,
your pretty wife is mine to lay.
Your house will catch on fire
whenever I tell it to
and your car is wired to explode
on my random whimsy.
Your entire neighborhood will jump
your butt and drown you in a
drinking fountain as soon as
I blink the magical secret blink,
For I am the rich white boy god.
I own everything ever, and you can’t stop me.
I know how to cure cancer,
how to survive the ****ing plague,
how to kill someone ten years from now,
and how to make them live forever.
I am time.
I am everything.
I am the rich white boy god.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 41 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )
Rich White Boy God

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Wednesday, 12th March 2003 @ 05:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic: political



I am the rich white boy god.
Give me stuff or else I’ll kill you.
Not just any stuff will do.
Give me stuff or else I’ll kill you.
Make it shiny like my gun.
Make it expensive like my taste
or else I’ll lay your world to waste.
Give me stuff. Give me stuff.
I am the rich white boy god.
Give me stuff to cool my temper.
Then some stuff to temper the cool.
Feed me milk and honey and run.
I own the things that run your nightmares.
I am the rich white boy god.
I am the rich white boy god.
I manage the company that watches
your home security system every night.
I make the toasters that don’t kill your children,
as well as the ones that do.
Then I decide which one you’ll buy.
Bow down to me in worship.
I am the rich white boy god.
I pay you when I want to,
you pay me when I say.
And every other forty-third Tuesday,
your pretty wife is mine to lay.
Your house will catch on fire
whenever I tell it to
and your car is wired to explode
on my random whimsy.
Your entire neighborhood will jump
your butt and drown you in a
drinking fountain as soon as
I blink the magical secret blink,
For I am the rich white boy god.
I own everything ever, and you can’t stop me.
I know how to cure cancer,
how to survive the ****ing plague,
how to kill someone ten years from now,
and how to make them live forever.
I am time.
I am everything.
I am the rich white boy god.




Copyright © Butterat_Zool ... [ 2003-03-12 17:20:00]
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Re: Rich White Boy God (User Rating: 1 )
by twinkletoes on Wednesday, 12th March 2003 @ 07:19:32 PM AEST
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From a not so rich white boy...onya mate, I like that poem! Would love to hear you say for me.
TT


Re: Rich White Boy God (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Thursday, 20th March 2003 @ 12:30:00 AM AEST
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Good poem indeed thnx for sharing this. I think your poems scare ppl and invade their comfort zone so they don't comment on it but keep it up. Your unique style is a winner.

Bobo (Joel)




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