Is it possible to do a homework assignment on drawing
tourists to The South Bronx?
Is it possible to make true a wish to live life like a Great
American Comic Book?
The plug of Higher Education was pulled. I died and went to
Google Heaven.
I’m a restless spirit in Cyber Space gathering information
for a court date.
I remember how all this happened thanks to Win98.
I worked ideas in the computer lab. I had head injuries
inflicted by a Neo Nazi at NYU.
I’ve been abused by cops at The Sixth Precinct that was
thick with The Dark Side of The Police Force. I’ve had my work for We, The
People stolen by a politician to glorify his ego in The South Bronx. I’m now a Cyber Cowboy drawing everyone to
police line-ups.
This is Judgment Day Dress Rehearsal with no religion up my
sleeves…
I did the math and it works in mysterious ways. This is
Poetic Justice
This is homework better late than never.
This is High Noon 2014.
Gotcha.
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