My secret desire to rap began somewhere in the awkwardness of high school when I heard a couple of older kids rapping along to the Minneapolis based hip-hop group Atmosphere: “I’m bigger than Jesus and bigger than wrestling, bigger than the Beatles, and bigger than breast implants..
I was joking with a friend the other day about what would happen if we could give a peasant from the Middle Ages a Macbook. I’m pretty sure they’d deal with it in the same way Zoolander does in the scene where he tries to extract the files that are “in the computer.”
A poem by Anthony Frame
I would look terrible in my Rasta-
farina hat. The rainbow wig, bloated
with dreadful black hair, drowns my head.
A poem by Jessie Carty
We had you arrested
said you were a threat
as you drooled
down your loosened tie