Erin

"Justice iz a godde$$ (Purnell's Party, 2005)"
As read by Erin, Albanian Oak Lounge Slam Poetry Nite, March 2005

Parties, parties, parties:
The beer FLOWS
And the terror GROWS
And the girl KNOWS
they will not understand.

I saw:
Asses shaking on the dance floor.
and I saw:
Booty hypnosis building "good times"
Margaritaville!

I also saw Rebekka,
She said that with my notebook and my
Haile Sellasie t-shirt I reminded her of
Lauryn Hill except
White,
and Not Crazy.
I was about to say "How do you know I'm Not Crazy?
Maybe all of us all of us all of us
are crazy, which means you're crazy
which would make you a pretty bad judge of whether or not I'm
WHITE!"

But by then Rebekka was already telling a story about
riding dune-buggies with Wyclef and Pras in the
Kalihari and I could tell the dune-buggies had not been very
fuel-efficient and I just about cried for Mother Earth into my
margarita.

Somewhere a "keg cup" is not recycled every five seconds
And
Corporations eat rainforests and burp fear
And
blind justice regains her sight only to see innocence ravaged by
a man in a gun costume.

Even though the trains were still running I took a
cab home to Brooklyn.
I should probably stop
doing that.

My name is Erin. And I Keep It Fun.