Pat Storm was a resident of Tompkins Square Park who was there on the front lines during the Riots of August, 1988. These are his words, as performed at the now deceased Tompkins Square Park Bandshell.
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“POETIC JUSTICE” by Pat Storm – ....Tompkins.. ..Square.. ..Park...., 1988
What I’m giving you now is a little bit of Poetic Justice. Because from what I see right now, it’s the only kind of justice we have, brothers…
We’re here also for the reason
Of what the fuck is going on!
Krieg Pan, Pig Man
How can you say that I’m not a better man
Would it be too much for your pride to stand
As you give your hoodlums the back of your hand
What makes you a better man
You laugh at me for all I’m worth
You must despise my day of birth
As you drive around in your pig man car
You really think that you’re a star
In your chair like a circus Dan
You take my things you cut my hair
You want me to stay in there
But big man pig man
Me you don’t scare
You play with your gun like a little boy
But when you’re alone you’re just a toy
You’re just a lowly paid lunatic
So krieg man pig man – SUCK MY DICK
WHY! WHY!
Cause it’s a sad sad story that the Run does tell
Of two faced tyrants that we know so well
With just a flash of their green neighborhoods fell
Well it’s a sad sad story that the Run does tell
August 6th – a hot summer night
There was a rally in the park – a constitutional right
We were screaming bout the damage that the trump whores have done
And if we were quiet, their war was won
“What a small piece of nothing,” the Estate mogul said
“And money is no object – I just want those squatters dead
“Sell them poison in the crack house, give them AIDS on the stroll
“Just get them out of my conscience,” said the Estate mogul
‘Twas bout midnight that eve when the mayhem began
We had the choice to give up and scatter or stand there like a man
But the men who stood were beaten to boys
By the blue skinned Nazis with their crippling toys
And there was no mercy for the women and young
For to the blue skinned Nazis it was an evening of fun
You see the innocent were beaten and left there to bleed
It’s just Real Estate Murder – just the land that they need
So the Trump whores grow fatter by feeding their greed
They’ll never know hunger, they’ll never know need
And we’ll just get pushed off and out of their way
But fear not my brothers – every dog has its day