Poem for Narcos
Does the narco
have compassion
for the sick junkie
coke fiend?
Does the narco care?
Does the narco
comprehend addiction,
the nature
of disease?
The sirens never
stop
up & down my block.
The sickness that prevails
pounds your head like nails.
Ya wander around trying to cop,
the loneliness dissolves you.
Crack, cocaine, heroin or bust--
pretty soon your bones be dust.
(If Satan appeared & turned his cock to coke,
I'da cooked it up for crack to smoke!)
Stop tapping your veins,
addict, before they collapse.
Quit thinkin' about
the rushes & highs
before you relapse
& get caught
in the throes
of the lows.
Because the narco does not care,
would just as soon pull you by your hair,
pound your fragile face with fists,
& lock you up in jail.
MASHED POTATO KISS CRUCIFIXION RAGA
.......an exhortation to the people
Crucify a Christ
mastermind a heist
rob a bank or two
Roll a rich man
kick a tin can
be bad, bad, bad.
Enter into sin,
Fuck Fuck Fuck
Shit in the woods
like a bear
Declare that you
just don't care
Keep your planet
in your pocket
Steal some heirlooms;
Hurry! Hock it!
mashed potato kiss
everlasting bliss
crazy gun,
I almost
cocked it.
hidey-hidey-ho
I moshed it!
Dig like a dog
Crawl like a cat
Hee Haw like a donkey
Bray like a brat!
do wha diddy
clean your kiddy
put your pudding
in her pie
kiss her deep
make her cry
Twirl a world
on your finger, baby,
stomp on a flower.
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