Let(ting) Them In

Betsy Calabaza
1 min readJan 1, 2024

But if you blink twice ni**a you can Medus’
See the snakes in here, look there’s hate in there
I pray that you ni88as all playing fair

  • Jay Rock

Alt title: Game Theory, Rules of Laws, and Poetry: The Three Wise Men

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See, if I laid down shit too thick like asphalt, that’d be too street

Block shit, drama, baby mamas, rumors, half-truths, full lies, paranoia, schizophrenia

Go see a therapist if you want to get out

But down here, there’s no poetry. It’s not open to interpretation

The words are law and violation means demise

That other world, of poetry, art, flimsy hope, dreamy escapes

Legalese — a divide between the world and the spirit

Where beauty may exist, may be experienced

Is too far removed from a place where hunger is clockwork

And rent is due everyday

It would be nice

A nest egg

Room to breathe

Lounge in luxury

Reap expensive sow

But you can’t come in

There’s work to be done out there

The poetry is for after the game

For when there’s nothing on the line, no gamble

The fix was in and it went through

So now we can talk about colors and how they make you feel

Drinks and how complex they taste



Betsy Calabaza

blooms — crazy rants masked as abstract experimental philosophy. s/o CS Peirce