Dem Copy Katz [Ode to my Co-workers]

Throwing pebbles from the belly of the devil, I'm OK
Them iced out rocks, now, have never been my way
In midtown some clowns speak with tongues of venom
Not Allison, she'd prefer to sell you deals on denim
Nor Alejandro, no, he schemes to tell all his dreams
Ray in proof represents with a pool game supreme
In the middle there's Gil, giggling at his own jokes
And Mike be, likely, outside for a smoke
Leaving EJ to replay his most recent movie scene
As for me, I'm down with sounds and the spaces in between
Simple words are our jewels, occasional zingers serve as bling
If you sing real nice but lyrics simply aren't your thing
Leave the top lines, the pop rhymes, to the copy team
Talk to our boss Chris, the quick wit with the black shirt and jeans

Blindside Blues

I didn't watch my back it was a matter of time
Make sure you've got your wallet, once someone jacked mine
It had train tix, charge cards and numbers i need
But worst of all they made off with all my IDs
I called and cancelled everything, now that's a fresh start
They can mess with digits but they won't get my heart
They can't remove the rebounds I pulled down that night
Erase the positive space that fills me with light
Or take away my job, of course if I'd needed another
It might have required written proof of my SS #
So who was I with no papers, off the books
Perhaps my name will get around, at least help out those crooks
I mean, it's a dark day when instincts direct one to steal
Thieves lack more than wallets, do you hear what i feel
I only pray there's no prolonged backlash in store
I can take the red tape, but damn I can't take much more

Heel Holler: 23

Not exactly a commissioned work, but a UNC alum and
good friend, Rod, requested some fightin words in step with
his feelings in advance of tomorrow night’s  classic rivalry:
[p.s., post loss: Get’ em next time, Rod!]
[p.p.s., post-ACC tourney revenge: Poem or prophecy?
Them freshmen remind me of the A's rookies]

Look out, ya shook up Dukies
Your season so far is a fluke, see
You got the late calls, but in truth
I think them refs got seduced
Or maybe Coach K's credit card deals
Bought some special interest! The Heels
At any rate will check ya
And after Reddick gets rejected
Your whole O will be divested
Sure your big guy seems a savage
When he's got a height advantage
But Shelden's got brick hands, no
He can't hang with Tyler Hansbrough
Or pick off Bobby Frasor's
Passes accurate like lasers
You might lose but even worse
Your alumni wear a curse,
Yeah Dickie V tries to care
But yr boys don't go anywhere
Carolina's youth fly high
Cause of their future's brighter skies
Light blue's victory is clinched
When Krzyzewski's face gets all pinched.