Monday, 07 January 2008

ATM POETRY: THE RIBELATTI WISDOM

Don't just do it, nigga, dough it


Fuck what they say, fuck what they do, money does the talking and kak the walking. No matter what they tell you, tell them that I told you to tell them that Your Profit Is Your Power. Tupac once said, “What's the sense of working hard if you never get some pay, I'm hustling?” And Ribelatti is saying, Don't Just Do It, Nike, Dough it!


It's 2008 and it's time to put childish games aside. If you claim connexions with people in the highest places, then let's see the currency flowing through your ass nigga. Fuck all that chit chat, I got the president's number, I got Matthew Phosa's numbers, but what's the sense of being connected if you never get them deals, I'm hustling, motherfucker.


I propose: ATM Poetry.


Poets must write at least 10 poems, then print them neatly and make 1000 neat copies of each poem. Then get a frame for R27 at Kodak for each copy and stand on the road side and sell it like florists selling chrysanthemums on the streets. Your poetry is God's gift to you, it's senseless not to sell it. I hope Timbila will add this in our interview. So let's say you start by buying 10 frames, that's R270. Then you sell each framed poem for R50, that's a wopping R500 for 10 poems only. Then for 10 000 poems that will give you R500 000, that's half a mill for putting effort into your poetry. I can't imagine not buying a well-written Dear Mama poem for R50 on the corner or something like Darling You Are ... though they say/ though you stray/ in my heart darling you are/ in my night a bright burning star/ though they prattle/ you still worth the herd of cattle..


I dare all so-called poets to try this and stop making excuses that poetry doesn't pay that well. I can give you six months, you will thank me. You will be keeping almost 50% profit. And if you're smart you can even get them frames cheaper at a dealer who weighs your demand against his supply.


Don't just do it, nigga, dough it.

2 comments:

KASIEKULTURE! said...

Of course Timbila will include your piece about ATM Poetry, I can say this cuz I'm right in there and you got my number.

There's some sense in all these madness you know. Fuck being poor and writing poetry about it, it shouldn't solicit any inspiration in us. Let's be inspired by the mighty moolah in your savings

Patchwork said...

Oh God! What a lovely challenge! I am so not doing it though, I remain a lazy wannabe poet.

Great idea though!!