Since Zu-Bolton is much in demand today, we take a trip through our poetry archives:
How, Will, I Know?*
a poem and song by NancyGene
How would I know if that was Zu-Bolton?
How would I know if Zu was well spoken?
There’s a poet I say I know, he’s the one I lie about
His demise let me claim that he was hereabouts
Yes at Carver, where credits I didn’t have enough, uh-uh
Then those aapc trolls keep on calling my bluff
Heh, how, Will, I know (I’m practiced at thieving)
How much will I owe
I can’t see below (my body’s lost all feeling)
Now Sandy’s here, Whoa! Screeching and screaming.
I need some air my fat armpits reek.
My singing sounds like I’m taking a leak
I’d like to ask you, Ahmos, how did you talk?
I need to know ‘cause those trolls just mock
Oh, I lost control, drugs, no one could hold me back
You weren’t there, but I swear, it was someone Black
Did I care if Bolton was housebroken?
In my dreams he may have just been a token
Want my gizmo?
I’m the new Van Gogh!
Back to my office I go.
*with apologies to “How Will I Know” by George Robert Merrill, Narada Michael Walden and Shannon Rubicam