Wednesday, September 25, 2013


He moves about with baby steps because
it's difficult to walk with dungarees
whose waistband loosely hangs around your knees
the way his would-be ghetto garment does,
defiance oozes out from every pore
(he longs to be just like his hero thug)
so ignorance is his designer drug
and he can't wait until he shoots some more.
Devoid of all respect for anyone
he hides behind a mask of bogus bling
and when he sees a pretty little thing
his filth encrusted mouth begins to run,
he says, "Now hit me with those digits girl!"
She slaps him so hard it makes his toes curl.

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