I know how much yall like guns.
This time 2-Strats hears from Luke-Ass reporting about a guy from high school whom he saw when he visited his hometown this weekend. A story of why you don’t cut school to steal guns from people’s houses. Even if people will defend your right to masturbate with guns at the expense of 60 people’s lives in one night, more than once per night all year long.
Now this is poetry, people. I should have this on regular rotation on my nightstand. And more Heine, too, I suppose. Few poets’ language really speaks to me, and Baca’s has always gone straight to the heart.
As part of the Progressive Asshole Tax, there ought to be a Form JB1: whether you’ve read some Jimmy Baca this year. Would read approximately as follows:
If YES, thanks for filing this form. Please itemize the poems from this year in the space below and return; notice will be filed that no further action is required.
If NO, one percent up on your taxes, jueputa!
If WHO’S JIMMY BACA?, two percent up on your taxes, asshole!
Thanks to computers, failure to show progress could be set to automatically interfere with car registration, smog certification, credit rating, passport, probation status, whatever it god damn takes to get people to spend some time with this stuff.