Here’s the Deal:
My Bones are concrete and rebar steel, with copper-wire veins,
and my Telephone-pole legs
Run Electricity Through my Body to my Brain.
There’s street-art spray-painted across my Shoulder blades and scrawled along my Back,
and my hairs a goddam mess of tangled plastic bottles, butts And Bags.
I roar With Engines and diesel-coughing Motors,
Spitting Gears, Ears Bleeding oil from collision-caused Incisions
of scrap-metal fed into the Side of my bonafide Head,
Parking-lot weeds and dandelion seeds growing between
the cracks upon my Asphalt Skin. But
Here’s the thing;
When I turn on my headlight-Eyes and shine High-beams
onto broken Cinder Blocks and dead cops,
Here’s what I find;
The Loping packs of Hyena-Men,
circling you And staring Hungrily at your Ass,
undressing you and Feasting on you with their Eyes
Wide, yipping with just Lust and snapping Jaws,
tearing at your jeans and leggings with Claws,
gaping maws kissing your Cheeks,
covering you with blasts of hot breath and licking paws clean.
Puppies slammed Down Hard on Formica counter-tops,
the force of Impact cracking their little Puppy-teeth,
making them Bleed
before they’re tossed Limp into boiling vats of cloudy water,
Puppy Soup for the Starving unclean Philippines.
Clips sliding neatly Into the Chambers of Guns
(paid for by Hippie pot-loving funds!) and click Clink cha-CHINK
painted Brains on a Mexican street!
Woah So gruesome, that’s an ugly way to word it,
Give me another rip of that dank-Ass Shit, another Hit
and let’s sit and watch a funny movie and trip…
I find funny people Holding their Hands over their ears trying not to Hear
the sounds of words like Nigger, the same people who
are walking contradictions, The ones who contribute to gentrification
and the segregation of peoples
but also think that whites and blacks will someday be equals?
I don’t know
The world’s a circus show, just go with the flow
and pick up a Hoop.
the shit that I see
to get to me
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