Posted and packaged, long gone on eBay,
Another revelation, with Pusha T today.
I sold all my Jay-Z albums, knew more would be revealed,
How many innocent souls had Shawn Carter stealed?
Apologies, that rhymed but you know I meant stolen,
A worshipper of Crowley with Beyonce at a cauldron.
No statement this time, apparently left the USA,
Blocked by Roc Nation, previously outed by M.I.A.
Freemason Jiggaman denied ever touching Foxy,
Hung out with Harvey Weinstein for more than just coffee.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: February 7th, 2026 02:50
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I never had any of his albums to start with! lol.
Now an obvious question - did a certain alien make any albums before he went home? lol.
Clever and with a bouncy beat this poem rocks and is on top with a bit of humor as well as current social media referrals. Well done
A tense piece, Shaun. It reads as a snapshot of cultural anxiety more than accusation…how rumor, revelation, and silence collide and leave people grasping for footing. You captured that instability clearly, my friend. As for me, I've never owned a Jay-Z album...so win/win! LOL! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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