It is my home, my neighborhood, and my history. It is what I am and where I came from. Embarrassing? Yes Boring? Never

Tuesday, November 16, 2010


This is the truth and I will say it to the end
There is only one person and I say it again
That started the rap, that began it all,
In all of our youth when they were really quite small

It was the Seuss, the Doctor you remember
Who’s volume of words ate up forests of timber
His endless rhyme and rhythm of the word
Set in motion a pattern they all have heard

So they grow up, these children of ours
To spit forth the words in crowds of bars
With countless forms of simple rhyme
That gives birth to rap artists in their own time

The familiar bounce, the turn of phrase
Bubble up from them deep in a blue smoke haze
They sing forth their trouble, their fears, and their fight
All with full echo of words in the poems we read at night

Now some will smirk and say I’m lying
My theory of how it started they are not buying
But think back, all the books that have his name
Were read by all those in the hall of rap fame

He penned his first going back to 1937
And now he looks down from heaven
But Dr. Seuss, the rhyming king you surely are
Showing us how words alone can make anyone a star!

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Insightful Fat Cat

"You know what my mother says to me when she calls her?"


"One of two things, Either - 'is your wife at home?' or 'have you seen your brother?' that is it, one of those too, not how are you Fat Cat, what is going on Fat Cat."

"Oh, I better call her back."

"Nice, real nice."