“Poems are bulls–t unless they are teeth or trees or lemons piled on a step. . . . We want poems like fists beating n****rs out of Jocks, or dagger poems in the slimy bellies of the owner-jews. Black poems to smear on girdle-mamma mulatto bitches whose brains are red jelly stuck between ‘lizabetb taylor’s toes. Stinking Whores! We want poems that kill. Assassin poems. Poems that shoot guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys and take their weapons leaving them dead with tongues pulled out and sent to Ireland.”