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The Ballad of Kari Lake — (an alternate take)
“Let me clear my throat…” — D.J. Kool
Kari Lake is not awake or woke. I doubt she sniffs coke. The last time she spoke she said something about woke & Tone Loc dancing nasty with her to a Jimi Hendrix song.
But word, take the black out yo’ mouth. You ain’t south & surely not afro, but before I let go like Frankie Beverly, here’s the worst of your verse.
You were a Democrat once. Like Ronald Reagan & #45. This is getting old. That means you are willing to do anything or say anything to anyone anywhere any time of the day to advance you. You tried to brown-nose the Black President. You probably call him “Hussein” now secretly & not Mr. President. You thought you knew Double Dutch when you clung to him like a hobo on a train caboose. Though you never jumped rope & drank Kool-Aid in alleys or near swamps all at the same time. Have you ever burned bologna? Banged the Ojays at a Sunday picnic? You recall to me the Avon lady or Amway, always selling something sinister, like a minister, or being made to guzzle vinegar.
Then I hear you used to chant. Amen, madam. Eastern hip-hop beats. Much doper than Keats. The Dalai Lama controlled your drama.
But then you went MAGA. That is not a righteous rhythm. It is way offbeat like pickled relish on cereal…
