Pandas Wang Collection
March 23, 2008
to the Ridges of Davis,
The Wang gathers.
Unsheathing our swords,
We meet in combat.
A camera films the epic battles,
Wounds, glory, and pain.
From the old-school style of Luxun
To the knightish form of Dom.
Witun-san strikes fast,
El Gato to the Spaniards.
Not just warriors are they, but royalty.
The chief military advisor to the Emperor,
The idealist Baron of House Atreides,
To the wise and cunning Jiang Li,
After the Snow Storm,
The Bamboo Blade of the Wild Hair Warrior,
The Last Warrior,
The Eye of the Hurricane.
May Pandas Wang forever endure.
Spring Break
I lament thee.
Beginning near the Ides of April
Ending as April wanes.
At Hammer Hill,
We laughed and talked
Of past battles and meetings
As we walked
through the mighty river and unto
the dam from a flood long ago.
From the fields of the Empire
To the camps of the rebels;
We planned and schemed
For the coming war.
We parted ways
And one of us fell ill.
Poisoned by the evils of ivy.
The Baron, Convention, and Ivy
In freedom’s last days,
The Baron traveled abroad
With a caravan of like-minded nobles
To the untamed lands of Chapel Hill.
Stricken by a poison unknown,
Later to be recognized
As the fell Ivy,
The Baron was ill-disposed
To socially engage himself.
The band of honorable nobles
At last arrived.
Many events occured
Over the next day and one-half.
The one they call Kelley
Found unwanted attention,
Regina was vandalized
Two others found comrades
In women.
Realignment.
Hammer Hill Saints
We niggas is guardin the row,
For yo, Luxun, for yo.
Ho’s is sent out from yo land,
An’ we ride out on yo command.
them ho’s shall send the bills back to he
but our dead niggas is always wit me.
Straight ballin fo Pandas Wang, our wemons,
and the soul of hip hop. Amen.
