and
i
am
beginning
with
this
conjunction...but,
jest listen
for a second:
maybe i am an
endangered
species
‘the last’ of a breed,
pero that doesn’t
mean i’m not
going to go
out with a bang
me
then leave me
be
and leave fifty
c-notes on
the bedside
table
y don’t forget yr coat
or to leave me a few
smokes
what’a do?
what’d i ever do
to you?
apparently
it is called/
named
a ‘hood’ only/solamente,
cus there are no neigh-
bours just enemies
and a justice
that comes
at such
a quick speed
that we’ve not
even time
to touch
the weapon
on our hip
before somebody gets
hit, before someone
gets done and spent
my second to last dime
on a crime, now i’m
literally broke
and broken
hearts
and/or scars
don’t get one
too far-
a gun and two bullets
and possibly a packet
of speed (for energy)
are all i need
to get even-
ain’t it odd? i mean i’m not god
and i am not a female dog
only
thing
is
i certainly
feel like
one of
‘em
tonight-
you guess
which...
p.s. tell yr bf (boyfriend) to call an
ambulance stat (fast!) cus pretty
soon he’s gun have
two broken legs, three broken
wrists and his face is gun’ git
its first period...
period.
el fin,
the end.
oops, pee-pee s:
i be what they call a c.c.-
a colourful charachter
i got plenty, i gots more
than enuff to share or
jest give away for free
me from this cell, this prison,
this awful disgusting dungeon
you’ve trapped, locked (‘n
threw away the key) me in
please? hurry- quick, see i
can’t take it any longer, i
can’t deal with the absence
of yr touch much more
and more and more than most
people can afford- pero/but
see you are what they call
a b.b.g.e- which means:
beautiful, best, gurl ever-
sos i know for sure
that yr worth fighting for,
however- i’m a lover
more than i am
a fighter
and i want this war
to be over,
so- like i said before- hurry,
quickly come over ‘n
bring the key
to free me
from this god awful,
ugly place
‘n let me see yr face,
i don’t give a _____
[but i’ll certainly give you
one...or two or (better yet)
three]
if it’s ugly or dirty
as long as i can see it,
as long as i can kiss
yr lips
then that’s all that matters
to me, all that matters
to me
is love y laughter
so, hurry...quickly...run,
come with force and
speed (of course) i’m
gettin’ sick
n tired
of waitin’
but
i
will
just
promise
not, jest
promise
you won’t
stand
me
up
k?
thanks.
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