Black King
The old guard is having a gala at the Omni tonight
They are shooting off fireworks
And scaring the dogs
Cowing in the corner thinking only the worst could come of this
I am drinking whiskey with beer backs and playing my guitar
I wonder in amazement at what all this means?
For whom or what is this celebration?
A wedding perhaps…
I know not
It all seems so trivial
As I slip into the darkness of the bourbon
It will grow on me through the night
And strengthen my resolve to never give up
The morning will come and I won’t remember a damn thing
But tonight I am omnipotent. The world is my nut.
And I am strong in my resolve to make sure those rodents
At the yacht club are done in for once and for all.
They have their topsiders and khaki pants with blue blazers and brass buttons
All covered in vomit. Those momma’s boys pretend that their orphans till the train pulls in and things are getting very small.
I’ll march over there in my Sunday pants and a mohair vest and set them straight
And they will stand up and listen
The bastards
After what they did to my kid sister
They’ll listen
And then they will bow their heads and ask forgiveness
For what they scratch on the wall
And the words that come from their mouths is foul
And a stench rises up imprisoned by their conceit.
They will learn how to love and to forgive.
I will teach them the only way I know how.
Through hard love, tough love, my fathers love.
And then and only then can they celebrate the pitfalls of humanity.
For I am the Black King
And my dark wing will fold over them and help them to understand
That charity does not start at home
It starts with me.
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2014
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