The Profound Poetry of T. Mac Mandela Zulu
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This book contains a talent that T. Mac did not know he had until 1976. I became very frustrated with the money I received on my paycheck, and I wrote my first poem, Minimum Wage. This book contains humor, terror, and the elation of freedom, when I gave my life to Jesus and let go of the world. Now I have peace of mind.
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The Profound Poetry of T. Mac Mandela Zulu - Tony McMillan
The Profound Poetry of T. Mac Mandela Zulu
Tony McMillan
Copyright © 2022 Tony McMillan
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First Edition
PAGE PUBLISHING
Conneaut Lake, PA
First originally published by Page Publishing 2022
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ISBN 979-8-88654-077-2 (pbk)
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Table of Contents
Positive or Negative
Democracy
Pussy Galore
She Used to Be My Girl
Revised Edition
And Then, There Were None
The Ability to Think
The Dominator
T. Mac's Nursery Rhymes
Little Boy Blue
Little Jack Horner
The Butler Bulldogs, Walking Tall
Better Than I Deserve
Wild Pitches, Wild Bitches
Mother's Day
I Forgot
When Right Is Wrong
The Old Pro
The Perfect Game
The Trifecta
Pitchers
God Has Forgotten America
Battle of the Bulge
We Shall Overcome
The Texas Strangers
The Orlando Tragic
Prisons
The Unabomber
Foolish Fires
History, the Mystery
The Babe
Coach Eddy Robinson
Who Do You Belong To?
The Upset
Communications
You Make It, They Will Buy It
Michael Jackson
The Cover-Up, to Uncover
The Rastafarian
Chocolate City
Serenaville
No Greater Love
Mission Impossible
You Wanna Play Guitar
The Enemy Within
The Private Investigation of A, B, and C
Back in Black
Scare Tactics
Tiger Woods
I Thank God
Global Warming
Plastic Pain
Disasters
Same Clown, Different Color
I Hear Their Voices Echoing
When Dogs Bark
I, Am, God
God Is Still There
I'm No Einstein
Charlie Hustle
Do You Remember
Steve Air
McNair
The Well Ran Dry
Living on Death Row, Waiting on Life
On Your Radio Dial
Reality
Black Indians
Our Plea
The Fly Jock
Whose Struggle
The Horny Hornets
Mercy on My Soul
Careless Love
The Greatest Comeback
By Any Means Necessary
The Bailout
The Reasons I Love March Madness
The Feared Black Man
Space
Nicotine
Dealing with the Feeling
Coaching
The Inauguration of Barack Obama
The Night before Easter
Tony McMillan
Mount Everest
Divided We Fall
Black Jockeys
Act Your Wage
Life Goes On
What Has God Done for Your Soul
After the Mayflower (From a Slave's Point of View)
The NFL
The King
The Marines
The Dynamic Duo
Who Killed Doctor King
Michael Phelps
History Makers
Wrapped Up in the Wrong
The Black Cheetah
His Mercy Endureth Forever
African Ties
We Will Never Know
The Ear
No Offense
Lost
Beware of the Snare
When Is a Brother a Brother
Hurricanes
Denial
Unknown Forces
Defenses of the NFL
The Voices Spoke Out
The Voices Started to Register Voters
The Silent Majority
Fakers
The Soap Opera Prayer
Earl, Christian Campbell
Contact
Streaking
Do, Doe, Doh, Dough
Princess Di
Bird in a Cage
The McNeil Report
Erasers
Jason Day
The Stars and Stripes
Beside the Stilled Waters
Wasting Time
No Wonder
The Powers That Be
The Devil in Disguise
The Propitiator
Exiled
Toothpastes
The Campaign of 2008
That Girl
Moving to Death
Taxes
The Wrong Arm of the Law
Black Power
Trouble with the Flesh
Flight Time
I Was Touched
Dummy
Think about It
You Are Kidding Me
The United States of America
Black Cowboys
Tony McMillan
Tony McMillan
About the Author
To Florida Mae Jackson,
From the one who was told, I never would amount to anything. Hate to disappoint you, Florida, but you have never known me! Only God knows my heart!
I thank God for blessing me with this talent.
This book is dedicated to the graduates of Emmett J. Scott High Tyler, Texas, and Captain John Gutter, USMC, retired.
Captain Gutter kept me out of Vietnam and was my football coach at Camp LeJune in North Carolina.
To my fellow marines, Eddie, Alexander, Keith Garvey, Kennedy V. Roman Larue, and Lil Gunny, it was a blast being in the Corp with you. Semper fi.
Captain Gutter coached our headquarters' football team to the Camp LeJune football championship game in December of '72: We beat Navy for the title.
If black lives matter,
when are we going to stop killing each other?
My brother!
T. Mac
Positive or Negative
As I walk about this planet
A part of the Negro race
Will I be an asset to my
People or will I be a complete
Disgrace
Will I be my brother's keeper
For together we stand divided
We fall
Or will I become an introvert
Believing in self and self that's
All
Will I believe in a God that's
Supreme
A God who made mountains,
Valleys, and all living things.
Or will I lean to my own
Understanding to satisfy this
Flesh
Or stand boldly on God's
Word, and pass the ultimate
Test
As I walk about this planet
A part of the Negro race
Will I be an asset to my
People or will I be a
Complete disgrace
Will I love thy neighbor
As I love thyself
Or ignore this commandment and show love to
No one else
Will I become a positive
Image so children can
look up to me
Or become a negative force
So blind that they cannot
See the light that forever
Shines throughout eternity
As I walk about this planet
A part of the Negro race
Will I be an asset to my
People or will I be a
Complete disgrace
Will I do anything for a
Thrill
Smoke crack, cocaine, or
Take any pill
Will I shoot scag
Become a fag, or be patriotic
And salute the flag
Will I become a bip bam
Thank you, ma'am, because
Papa was a rolling stone
Or accept responsibility
And make this house my
Home
Will I become an educator
Or an educated fool
Will I become a flash in
The pan
Now Brotherman, you know
That's not cool
As I walk about this planet
A part of the Negro race
Will I be an asset to my
People, or will I be a
Complete disgrace
Will I ever become a Marshall
Named Therogood
Or dare to dream a dream
Like that of Doctor Martin
Luther King
When adversity comes my way
Will I become easily vexed
Or come out with my guns
A blazing like my brother
Malcom X
Will I ever become the
President of these United States
I cannot use the color
Of my skin as an excuse
Anymore
Because the God that I
Serve is Great!
Be bold, my Brothers
Take pride in your race
Be graceful, my Sisters
And remember, a mind
Is a terrible thing to
Waste
As I walk about this
Planet
A part of the Negro race
Will I be an asset to
My people, or will I be
A complete disgrace
Democracy
Democracy is the freedom of speech
Democracy is the freedom to teach
Democracy is the freedom to learn
Democracy is the freedom to yearn
Democracy is the freedom to dream
To shoot for the moon and raise high
Your esteem
Democracy is the freedom to go to Yale
Or, if you choose to, live your life in
Pure hell
Democracy is the freedom to worship whom you please
To chant to Buddha or do salats on your knees
It is all about pleasing the creator
Democracy is the freedom to worship the creature
Don't call on God when you become his number one feature
Democracy is the freedom to live where you please
But here in America, it has become a racial disease
Democracy is the freedom to drink a beer, some cognac,
Or sip on some pink
Democracy is the freedom to be a homosexual, a lesbian,
Or a transvestite
But the choices you make are not pleasing in God's
Sight
Democracy is the freedom to be that freak
If satisfying the flesh is all you seek
Democracy is the freedom to be a man
To make ends meet by the use of your hands
To raise a family and buy some land
To enjoy the fruits of your labor
Democracy is the freedom to be a hobo
Or exert your mind and be at the controls of the spacecraft
Apollo
Democracy is the freedom to come out of the slums
To get an education because there is no life in being dumb
Democracy is the freedom to bear arms
But in the hands of fools, they cause bodily harm, even
Death
Democracy is the freedom to vote for the independent, the
Republican, or the Whig
So whoever you vote, your vote is big
Democracy is the freedom to fight against the wrongs of this
World
So don't ever give up that right
Democracy is the freedom to cheer for your favorite team
Democracy is the freedom to dream the impossible dream
It is the democratic thing to do
Pussy Galore
His daddy was named blowfly, and his mama was a whore
When he was born, they named him Pussy Galore
The doctors told the nurses to leave this one alone
They could tell by his eyes, that he was bad to the bone
When he was six months old, he was giving high fives
He was doing rap music at two, and that's no shuck and jive
At the age of six, he had a chauffeured limousine
The girls on the street would say, damn! That Pussy sure is clean
When he was seven, he wrote a song, no bitches in heaven
When he was eight, he made a statement, moolah is great
Talking 'bout those Benjamins, and when he was ten,
He told the president to kiss his rear end
Remember, his daddy was named blowfly, and his mama was a whore
Everybody in DC, knew Pussy Galore
He would cruise by the bus station, and throw the punks a kiss;
And tell them, none of you sons of bitches, will get any of this Dick
He would stop on Sixteenth Street, where the prostitutes strolled
And tell them whores that he is the godfather of soul
The cops didn't fuck with him, they came to adore,
A sharp motherfucker named Pussy Galore
He told Michael Jackson not to do the moonwalk
Because the politicians would rave and talk
Pussy never liked homos, but he dug the hell out of dykes
It wasn't that he fucked them, it was the head they gave that He liked
At the age of sixteen, he retired from the streets, bought
A jar of Vaseline, and began to beat his meat
His mama asked him if he was tired of getting laid
He said, hell naw, mama! I don't want to die from a whore with AIDS
So now you know the story of the famous Pussy Galore
His daddy was a pimp, and his mama was a whore
She Used to Be My Girl
I met her in the summer of '68,
She had a nice ass and dimples, when she smiled, I thought she
Was great
She became my childhood sweetheart, a sister whom I was soon to
Wed
She was a lady in the daytime and a super-freak in