Poems
Yeet the Rich
reads the yellow caution
sign. Bold left arrow
signaling a blind curve
leading to a cobblestone
street lined w/ blushing
fountains, exotic leaves.
Broad brick facades
fit for provosts &
heiresses. Executives &
heretics. Left arrow
indicating political fidelity.
Br’er Rabbit Graffiti inked
in permanent Sharpie:
BEWARE. WASPS
AHEAD. Yeet! Eject
them if they can’t take a
loss. Yeet 50. Yeet
Weezy. Yeet authoritarian
instruments disguised as
promoted tweets. Yeet
every bushel, every spore
of cotton money
tumbling around Wallstreet.
Yeet it back
to the sun people,
diamond-rich in melanin.
Yeet antebellum allusions
couched as Regionalism.
Yeet Southern Gothic. &
Lacanian notions of objet
petit a—easily unveiled,
made available to the rich
via Benjamins. Yeet the rich
bloke who invented the old
Bad Boy adage, “Mo Money
Mo Problems” before Diddy
sampled it, lowballed Ma$e
& Biggie for their masters, flipped
the script & yeeted an empire.