“I called the cops to see if I had a rap sheet. I do, and it rhymes.”

“Now when I have to remember a date, all I have to do is consult my rap sheet.”

“Lula had Eminem cranked up. He was rapping about trailer park girls and how they go round the outside, and I was wondering what the heck that meant. I'm a white girl from Trenton. I don't know these things. I need a rapcheat sheet.”

“It's corny, but I think poems are echoes of the voices in your head and from your past. Your sisters, your father, your ancestors taking to you and through you. Some of it is primal, some of it is hallucinatory bullshit. That madness those boys rapping ain't nothing but urban folklore. They retelling stories passed down from chicken coop to apartment stoop to Ford coupe. Hear that rhyme, boy. Shit, I could get down and rap if I had to. MC Big Mama Osteoporosis in the house.”

“I bet that dog-walking trollop called the cops on us.”

“I do not know if all cops are poets, but I know that all cops carry guns with triggers.”