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I Got Stinky Weed From a Conch

A Conch is a Key West Redneck Local you needed to know that before I go vocal I stopped at a Couch's house to buy some weed'z and this is only the begining of what I see'z came up on a trailer where the mold is blue there are flys in day refrigorator and cock-rouches too his wife was wickin she said "I'm a witch!" but she came across to me as a B---ch she was ugly and now I hate her her face looked like an alligator "We got six kids!" thier runnin around "thier beatin each othe to the ground!" the youngest one says "thats not fare!" but in reality they just "don't care!" the cops were talkin to a whore it smells "Are they cookin meth next door?" watchin on the porch on a card board box "he's got combat boots with no socks!" he just sits there and pulls it (hand was on his crotch) and picks the bugs out of his mullet (mullet!it's a red neck hair do) I got high from thier greed they show had sum stinky weed! by Capt. Mike (disclaimer) I come from the sea's of pirates and drug rummers but now I fishes cause I thinks it's funners

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Date: 3/29/2011 10:10:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your creative poetry today Mike. Have a wonderful day and may you find even more inspiration to write as the day goes by. Love, Carol
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Date: 3/29/2011 9:30:00 AM
Ur talkin bout mys kinds of people
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Date: 3/29/2011 5:33:00 AM
Think we'll skip that neigbourhood next time we visit :) Your poem depicts a a very steriotypical slum, the kind we are presented in the movies, in that respect it seems accurate. Never seen it for myself - an interestin gread, enjoyed.
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