Intro: I’m very satirical . This is my satirical look on the Spoken Word/Poetry scene in America. It’s not an attack on anyone,
however if a particular person comes to mind & u giggle I take no responsibility. In fact, I even laugh at myself! Oh yea, for the record: YES that is me banging on my leg (on the bongo part). I get foolish in this piece. I’ll have to perform it again & post a video version.
Downloadable Live Audio Recording
[Ps: Thank Mr. Theory The Poet for getting me to post this one! It’s a favorite in most Poetry Venues in Kansas City, MO. That’s him in the background of the recorded audio version!]
It is I.
Creator of intellectual bullshit.
I got your letter….all of them
So here I am….in the flesh. For you to enjoy.
You asked for a leader, so here I am
Bow down, worship me.
Everyone craves me
All of you want me.
You just wanted a Moses to save you
Feed from my bossoms of knowledge.
Savor my every word.
Do you like my rhyme pattern?
I can talk slow like thissss
Or beat on my bongos (tap tap tap tap tap)
Do you like it like that?
When I do that you assume everything I say is credible.
Or sometimes I can spit my flow real fast like this.
You don’t catch everything I say, but because I go like this and
Make inflections with my voice you
Assume everything I say is credible
See I’m (laughs) the giver of Intellectual Bullshit
All of you are searching for a Moses and I am here my children
I am here to save you
I am your giver of intellectual bullshit
I am she
You requested me
You cried out for me
After I leave you, Your hearts will feel warm and fuzzy
You will go home and back to work feeling fulfilled.
You will feel as if you got a 1-up on the rest of the world
You are artsy
You will feel connected with your past.
And rightfully so, because I was with: Langston Hughes. I was with Zora Neale Hurston. I was with Charlie Parker. I was with all those Negroes of the New Negroe Movement.
I was right there at the Harlem Renassaince, and….Here I am. Right here with you
Right here. At this open mic, to feed you
Because I am the giver of intellectual bullshit.
Here in the flesh, with you.
Everything is searching for something deeper.
You want me to say something you will agree with
You want me to grow a fro’& say: Revolution, Revolution, Revolution, Revolution!
You want me to be every scorn chickadee & say: Men a’int shit
You want me to grow a 3rd leg & say: Tongue twisters to get you wet
Because that makes the ladies fiend (softly laugh)
I have no gender
No desires of my own
Everything about me is null and void
For I am simply a blob of creativity
Just a blurb
Just a spirit
I am he, she and it
A verb, adjective, and noun
I am a feeling, an emotion—-Tears, sadness, anger, happiness, rage
I am stupidity, revenge, jelousy, wrath
For I am bullshit, and I am here to be your leader
For you have called me.
I am a step above Hip Hop
I legitimize you.
And you approve of me by giving me snaps and claps
I sway within the waves of incense smoke.
I dance between the notes as the band plays behind you.
I am in every poet’s diaphragm as they take their next breath to push out their next rhyme.
I am there with them on stage
I dance in the candlelight as lights flicker on your tabletops
As the crinkles around your mouth curl up each time the poet on the mic says something on the mic that delights you
You beckon me each time the host picks up the mic and says:
“NOW BRINGING THE NEXT ACT TO THE STAGE!…”
And you CLAP!
And you clap! Louder and louder and LOUDER and LOUDER!
And my presence grows,
and my power grows! And my power grows.
And I feed.
and I need your energy,
And I need it and I need it
And I need it to stay alive.
Because, all you need is intellectual bullshit.
And that’s all it is.
It’s Intellectual Bull—Shit…..
It’s just bullshit.