The Louisiana Social Pledge

We pledge our allegiance to Louisiana. We will embrace what makes us and our state unique. Louisiana will be recognized as a leader and innovator of the New South. Many great leaders of the future will come from this state. And we will show both the media and politicians that we are smarter than them. We will no longer have our resources exhausted and our people used and left behind. We will work hard and play hard. We will protect each other. We will support each other. We pledge that we will do whatever we can to get these things in motion right now. We will no longer wait for a path to be cleared for us. We will clear the path ourselves. And we ain’t giving up easily. We will socialize in the real world just as well as we do on the internet…in hopes to organize ourselves effectively.


Monday, March 30, 2015

Corrupted (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)



I once was innocent
Before I met you
Before you seduced me
Before the chains and whips


With your politics,
Your sex, your drugs,
Your violence, your war
 Your hatred for my world

You left me corrupted
Corrupted with your baggage
Corrupted with your dreams
Corrupted from your touch, devil

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Game Recognized (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


Your gun is pointed to my face
I would sweat, but I saw it coming
I got five guns pointed right back at you
You backstabbing bastard
I’m sick of your deception
Your poisonous love
Your cancerous ideas
Your hatred disguised as friendship
Only helping to me bury myself
What kind of leech does that?
Oh wait
You are a bloodsucker
A dirty motherfucker
So. Bang. Bang. Bitch.
Take all those motherfucking bullets
Your game is recognized

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Cease & Desist (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA)

It means quit 
Get 
The fuck off my dick 
Move bitch 
Quick 
Get out the way 
Or you'll have to pay 
Can't a mother fucker hold me down oh no 
I've got to keep on moving 
Grooving 
My plan 
Mountain man 
No more sea level 
I need to soar 
No more 
Fucking with whores 
New shores 
New heights 
Flights 
My wings 
Do things 
I never thought capable of 
I'll shove 
You out of my way 
Like P-Diddy 
I'm giddy 
High elevation 
Self preservation 
No more tearing my soul down 
No more Heartbreak City Town 
Found my tribe
My vibe 
I'm a bad boy for life
So pass the courvoisier
Let's sway 
To the music 
And dance our cares away 
Cuz I been around the world 
And I, I, I
Been playa hated  
I don't know how and I don't know why 
They want us faded 
I dated 
Enough boys in Louisiana 
Time for Colorado and Montana 
Every step I take 
Every move I make
Every time I pray
I'll be missing you
But I'll be gifting you 
With my absence 
My admittance
I'm through 
Good riddance 

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Faggot (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)



Hate harbored in 1969
Humanity being raided
Run, tell Harvey Milk
Our souls are being degraded

“Kill the faggots!”
Voices like nails against bark
Ronald Reagan only saw disco lights
Aids had us in the dark

Pedro Zamora brought us light
To levels undetectable
We accept no more violence
Our history is respectable

Vision roars to children
Homophobia is the maggot
I am Matthew Shephard and Brandon Teena
Jesus wouldn’t call me a faggot

Friday, March 20, 2015

Can't Tell You Nothing (Louis Toliver Jr.-Swartz, LA)

Emancipation is life's big hoax
We have language syndrome 
Art not imitating real folks 
Terrorists live in our home 

Splitting like Norman Bates 
Father is tearing me apart 
He says, "I will steal all fates."
Manipulation is very smart 

"Unified traitors have won!"
The Statue of Liberty shouted
The moon has a gossip gun
Earth's gay lover is outed 

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Ken Doll (Louis Toliver Jr.-Swartz, LA)

Past life's conception 
Ever-present Mini mall 
Look at deception
I'm your Ken doll 

Republican
Your loyal hoe
Your plastic man 
Barbie won't know 

Buy my thoughts 
Your robotic vote 
Let's tie the knots 
I'll gladly promote

Friday, March 13, 2015

Sincerely George: A Graduate Student's Plea.... (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


Sincerely George:
A Graduate Student's Plea for a More Meaningful and Better Paying Education System

By Louis Toliver Jr

            All I, George, ever wanted was an education, but I never knew that it would be, metaphorically, like being a sex slave. Up until this particular day when I was teaching for my daily survival, I had been a pretty obedient boy. I just constantly allowed myself to be raped and raped and raped emotionally, sometimes physically for an “A.”  My motto was: Let the good times roll. They rolled. “Hello professor, how would you like me to bend over your desk and perform the Kama Sutra before you sign this form for me? Four times it is!” I spent so much time being nice to others. I was always beating some old lady to a parking spot; and, ultimately, feeling bad and letting her have it, going to the pay lot across the street instead for twenty bucks.  That’s two weeks of food at Wendy’s. And, I was fucking poor.
            So here’s the point. I walked in to the classroom for some reason, this particular day. Not eager to teach freshman college kids how to write, read, think, chew with their mouths closed, put deodorant on, and wipe their asses. I was on the verge of a psycho breakdown, this day, because I had to grade 100 papers, make six proposals, sit on some committee, publish four essays, piss and shit, get a cup of coffee, and sit on some other committee by 3pm not able to piss and shit. Teach two classes, we pay you fifty bucks a month, that’s enough to live, past students have done it. I spent my fifty bucks, on booze, Tylenol PM, ex-Fanta commercial girls turned strippers, and a penis pump out of the misery of just having fifty bucks. When broke, I had to prostitute myself at truck stops, giving blowjobs to lesbian truckers from Wyoming or other lazily drawn states. They say it’s the little things that matter.
            The students had an assignment due this day. They had to write a sentence, any sentence, just make a sentence. “I am a human.” "I am happy.” “I am sad.” “My mother should have aborted me.” Teach two classes, it won’t be time-consuming, and, thankfully for us, you get no health care. Sound good?  Once, a student sneezed on me. I got clamydia, tonsillitis, body dismorphia, prostrate cancer, common cold, rare cold, a breast reduction and I’m guy, so, I don’t know if that was in good taste. Let me tell you what happens when a graduate student let’s the little things matter.
            In the classroom, they all stare at me blankly as I asked for their assignments. I get sentences like: “El am patty melt?” “I the Mickey D’s,” “Whatcha ma call it?” “?” “Iglue.” I freak out. I lose it. I had some kid’s legs dangling from a window. Just dangling. He was holding on for dear life. The other kids were trying to help him, but I just swung my fist at them, hard, really hard. The kid was looking up at me, “Please, don’t drop me! Please don’t drop me!” I dropped him. Splat. So, here I am now. No longer a grad student. I’m in the psych ward of prison. Just another cautionary tale. And, when I write threatening letters to the faculty at my old university, I sign them: “Sincerely, George.”

Monday, March 9, 2015

Backstabbers (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)


Ugh, don’t you just hate it?
You’re looking for a place to sit
The plastic, mean girls are looking
Watching what kinda style you’re cooking

Those shady mean boys, I mean girls
Whispering about you clutching their pearls
They invite you over; you sit down getting a hug
You think they are your friends all snug

Then, wait a second, your back feels weird
All of your trust issues are smeared
You touch your back, now a wound
Blood is dripping, now you’re doomed

Those bloody backstabbers
Those greedy moneygrabbers
Now get revenge, kiss them on the cheek
You’re wounds will heal but their lives will be bleak

Oh Freedom (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA)



freedom
Oh Freedom
over me
i feel it in my bones
"before i'll be a slave
i'll be buried in my grave"
these words i heard as a child shaped me
i didn't believe anyone deserved to be treated as less than
i found it ridiculous that we had to fight to free women, then blacks, and now gays
created equal
isn't that what we are told?
but not what we see practiced
freedom
it's something we all deserve
as children of God
fuck the mockers
the bullies
the preachy folk
until you have had to march for your rights
you do not recognize how important to you they are
how essential they are
how much you will sacrifice for them
how far you will go to achieve them
our nation has a very dark history
that needs to be shined some light upon
we killed off the people that rightfully owned this land
we imported people that we declared had no worth
to work as slaves to feed the greed of our growth
a war divided us
a war still divides us
so much of it is lies
but like a dog
i will not eat the vomit that i've produced
my disbelief
heightened by what i've learned on my own
this country shall not be great
until we are all treated the same
UNITY
must happen
freedom
let that fucker ring
oh freedom
it is hanging over my head

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Crazy in Love (Louis Toliver Jr.-Monroe, LA)

You don't love me anymore
All your lies I've picked apart 
Can't leave me for any whore 
Blood pouring from my heart

Like Kathy Bates in Misery
Let the goddamn pain flow 
He doesn't know our history 
I'm sorry but I can't let you go 

Got you handcuffed, my theft 
Your screams to leave are hazy 
I won't be left, I can't be left 
I'm crazy in love, I'm crazy 

No one will ever, ever find us 
No one will come between us 

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

The Fall of Satan (Hate) (R.E.)-(Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)


Finally!
I had Satan right where I wanted him
He thought he knew darkness
I drove my car so far into hell
We drove past places, I knew,
He had never been
I was taking him to the hell
Inside of Hell
His hell

I opened the trunk
There he was tied up
Duct tape over his mouth
Mumbling like a little bitch
“Hello! Friend!” I said with a smirk
“Not so fun being a victim,
is it?” I grabbed him
By his hair, dragging,
His ass onto the hot ground

I removed the duct tape
“Let me go, you fool!”
The devil’s breath reeked
Bullshit stew, I reckoned
“You’ll never get out of here!
You’re one of us,” he spit acid
It missed me, I expected it
I punched him the face
“Oh yes, I will,” I laughed

“I've got the key,”
I waved it in his face
It glistened, ivory, divine
We were at a large fire pit
A ring of fire, black center
“Let me go!” the devil screamed
He knew it was his end
He no longer had power
Over me

“My army will come for you,”
the devil’s fear was pathetic
“I was the general of your army.
I am the Lord’s spy,” I kicked
He went flying into the pit
Hell evaporated
I was before God in Heaven
Bowing with the key in my hand
“Thank you, my son,” She said