I thought, ‘there’s no way he could win!’ but alas – to my poor chagrin
The votes were being tallied and my heart sank to the floor,
He swept all of the rap trophies, making me feel sick with unease.
A terrible nightmare, a fever dream it was I could have swore,
I mean have you listened to Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City before?
Quoth the white man, ‘Macklemore.’
~Leon Chang mourns last night’s Grammy catastrophe by channeling Edgar Allan Poe in “The Craven" at Blunderbuss Magazine.
(Illustration by Yvonne Martinez.)