To Be

You a damn fool

If you don't comprehend

That you are a rash

Attached to my last nerve

Asking me to use the to be verb

Are

You fucking kidding me?

You that disturbed that an

Omission

Perfectly acceptable in my vernacular

Prevents you

From grasping on to

The wisdom escaping from my lips

That now floats freely

Entering your reach

Or

You mad because

For 400 hundred years

You been crafting this

Sculpture of

Standard American Culture

Propgandizing assimilation

But even our language

Is still our language

Melting pot america

Land of the free

Home of the "English"

Let the record show

That that's in quotation

I guess conveniently forgetting history

Doesn't always work out in your favor,