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6.16.2025 7:00 AM

Corn Scratch by Maceo Nightingale

CORN SCRATCH

When I was in the mental hospital, the nurse asked me…
‘Do you know what year it is?’
‘1845.’ I replied.
She gave me a look full of terror.
Her eyes were bleeding out flowers.
She was wearing this red uniform and her hair was tied back.
‘Sir, it’s 2021, not 1845.’
‘It’s 1845.’ I said.
I was on a binge of not sleeping for a week straight.
My mom sent me to the mental hospital because I escaped the rehab and almost killed her with my car.
‘Sir, it’s 2021, not 1845.’
I pulled out a sword from my side and sliced off the head of the nurse
And I rode down the halls of that mental hospital with the nurse’s bloody head in my arms.

I could care less about that 2hollis emotionally retarded music.
White A&Rs are afraid to talk to black musicians.
Kritchard can defeat any fake rapper in a freestyle in this city.
I am too nice and it weighs heavy on my shrimp plate.
I like music made by psychopaths,
musicians with cracked teeth and
musicians who live in chickencoops.
Kritchard will make a rapper like Ian shit his pants and spoiled brat producer like Jonah
Abraham have nightmares.
You can see the weakness of a man right through his eye.
These musicians have never thought about death or what it’s like to be homeless.
I will send Nucer and Amanda Bynes
after any motherfucka that tries to get busy with me.
‘Can you write a cakewalk poem?’ She said to me.
‘What is that?’
She rolled her eyes and ate her sandwich.
‘I’ve always wanted to marry a Jewish Man.’
‘Why?’
‘They got big noses.’
The dogs were out barking past midnight.
And the black cats crawled on my roof
It was 3:00am and my bedroom reeked of marijuana.