Fool's Goad
Little lemmings,
beware of the Yukon yodel
Don’t ear swallow the Arctic shiny yellow
Fake eureka disclosure: It’s jingle hollow
So, enamel blowflake please,
place not your panhandle hope
in Ivory Boast fool’s goad
I, ebony breath beg of thee,
be not glutton belly-button led
by a cold, glittering scold
Don’t covetously follow down that
moral bankruptcy road
In pocket phantom search of
the vapor Mutter lode
Me true mouth reveal
You con artificial treasures,
lip sin-thetic as can be
Buried deep
in hidden veins of avarice,
a fraudulent rush of pulse greed
Little lemmings,
has your metallic lust minds
been pricked
by the spiked-tongue,
prospector stick
Well, that illusory discovery
is sho’ gonna make you
empty riches sick
You’ve been mine shaft collapsed warned:
With an amber hair air of wavy mirage con-fidence,
scratch not shiny pockets of leper loins
Don’t dare hoard collect
pubic counterfeit canary-colored coins
This project Private D be
pitch black ink hurling free,
five-star ingot spit
Can you dig it!
Rare Darkie wisdom uttered
be Ghetto parable
Nugget knowledge unstuttered —
Sambo Spade told
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