The Orange Killer Thriller

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Trick And Treat: From the Schwartzgeist to The Orange Jack-Off-Lantern

Years ago, a former Black Panther and mentor of mine that speaks German (as do I) gave me the moniker “Schwartzgeist.” The term translates to Black Ghost. I asked her why she calls me that and she said: “Because, Kenyatta, they never see you coming.”

I still don’t quite exactly know what she meant; perhaps I’m just a spook.

Our collective long national nightmare continues with no end in sight. In fact, there are even more difficult days ahead. Despite recent personal trauma and prevailing evil spirits, I am back at the writing desk as epiphanies are fickle, often strange, things. In homage to same, and the season, I present the following audio for your entertainment…proud boys and ghouls.

Darkness falls across the land
Nuclear midnight is close at hand
Racists crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y’alls neighborhood

And whosoever shall be found
Opposing D.C.’s orange faced clown
Must stand and face Pam Bondi’s hell
And rotting stench of Hegseth’s smell

Mass cruelty is in the air
Like Smitty’s balding, thinning hair
Uniformed racists roll the dice
Cold bastards claiming they are ICE

While cowards murder men in boats
Democracy seems global toast
Genocide in Palestine
But believe you me, your ass is mine

And though you hope you will survive
Justice is a chiller
For no mere redneck can resist
This orange and evil killer.