Out on the street with no name,
a rookie approached me and asked me a question:
Would I name it? It was an alley to posterity!
I brushed him aside; he fell like a rock
into a puddle. I won’t even name the meteor
that fell at Mecca as an omen of my future!
You should know that every time
I spell my own doom, I am doing battle!
And that when you think I have withdrawn
I am licking my wounds, to parry again!
You may think I am a fink, but I am far too
better than the felon (fer-de-lance) (PSP).
I am one-eyed, but who is that creature with a multitude of them?
My glass doesn’t ever fall from the sky into the abyss
And even, if it falls, it can never be shattered, you must all know?
Perseverance is the knack that provides the programs of perpetuity!
I lasted out like an eternal volcano like this,
potent and dormant and latent and then, even more explosive!
You know the sands of time can become ironical quicksands
when you have to smote a friend and befriend an enemy
Because when you have too many enemies, your aspirations are at risk
Even if they should be nobody else’s business
You know, they (the scumbags) may want to poke their tongues in your bum,
on your feet, on your shins, on your dick, on your back,
on your chest. Because their fishy mouths have a taste for you!
How you repulse at this undesirable fellatio!
How, sometimes, you have to withstand it?!
So, I am just swinging on the lines of my lyrics, my poems,
staking no claims, until the moment for the missive!
You know God’s word is never ignored, it is manipulated!
Even when I step out on the streets, there are too many travesties,
Just when I go to every store, I witness a treachery!
And if all else fails, they resort to stealing my identity!
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