Thursday, May 29, 2014

Great Expectorations 

I came to this city first in the second grade 
this city of smoking hot juicy dripping black
men and women and rare red meat but then
I got here and the school field trip 
was to a closed slaughterhouse with a polite 
white tour 

Well, hell: some things you heard about end
or get kicked to the city limits like a dirty ball
that used to be pink; now everything pink 
sleeps sweet

Be careful; what you couldn’t wait for gone sour -
3AM jazz turned to PTA jizz 
- you got to spit that shit right       OUT.                                         

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