While not trying to be too blasphemous and with apologies in advance to those celebrating the holiday, I could find no better time to post a sonnet for Ol’ Dirty Bastard, who was also known by the monicker “Big Baby Jesus.” I encourage you all to have a safe holiday and try not to end up like ODB, (i.e. dead or in jail) this year. Word.
When you rhymed it never made no damn sense
Don’t know if you were high or just plastered
Just love or hate, no sittin’ on the fence
Shit, we miss you, you Ol’ Dirty Bastard
Never knew, were you crazy or funny?
But you made us smile either f*ck*ng way
In heaven hoes better have your money
Else that St. John is gonna have to pay
I couldn’t believe you kept your welfare
Or that you tried out to play Mister Ed
Years go by, but yet it don’t seem quite fair
Still, I cannot believe that you are dead
When I try hard to get me some poontang
I always come back to the Wu Tang.