Ross Ulbricht and kitteh via BoingBoing on Twitter

“Let the man rap a plan, said he’d send him home.
But his hope was a rope, and he should have known.” – Curtis Mayfield (Freddie’s Dead)

The boy who’d kill
Is now your hero
His central skill
Is playing Pierrot.

A pusher’s black
You call up Shaft,
But white as chalk
And you’re bereft.

“What great injustice,
Columbine,
They’ve come to vex us
For our minds.”

His crimes were coke
Compared to crack,
A pig in a poke
To a coon on a rope.

Your bumper sticker’s
Coexist
But damn the niggers
When you piss.

“May God have mercy
On his soul
But more on thee
Thou lying skell.”

Your faith is cover
For your id,
By half too clever
For the kid.

Numbers is a weekly news commentary column in poetical form by Curt Hopkins. “Numbers” is an historic term for poetry, and also alludes to the numbers in programming.

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