—a found poem using direct quotes from the first season of The Wire
The game is rigged. But you can’t lose if you don’t play.
You don’t hand no money to nobody that matters,
you don’t get no product from nobody that matters.
We ain’t got shit. But is there any other fucking way?
You start to follow the money, you don’t know
where the fuck it’s going to take you. Shit.
I’m starting to worry more about the ones that claim
to love me than the ones that don’t.
You come at the king, you best not miss.
You know something? You’re no good for people, man.
I mean, damn, everybody around you. Christ.
You’re back from the dead. You rolled away the stone.
All I know is I just love the job. I know the shit is weak
but shit is weak all over. Cool. Whatever. Shit. Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fucker motherfucker fuck me.
So you write everything down? Yeah. Everything.
If you want a good voice that isn’t quoting lines from The Wire, check out Chuck Rybak’s Sad Iron blog.