LAST NIGHT THE NIGHT BEFORE 24 ROBBERS AT MY DOOR I GOT UP LET EM IN HIT EM IN THE HEAD WITH A ROLLING PIN OLLIE OLLIE UMPHREY CORRUPTION AND ORGANIZED CRIME IS LIKE PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK I'VE BEEN IN CONTINUOUS CONSTANT CONTACT WITH THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION SINCE 1985 NO FEAR OF BULLIES INVESTIGATION ABUSE OF POWER EXCESSIVE BULLYING MEANWHILE MY IDENTITY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY IDENTITY THIEF FAKES HER DEATH IN A HYUNDAI IMPERSONATING MY IDENTITY CLAIMING TO BE 24 REPRESNT DAVID BARKSDALE THE FOUNDER OF THE BLACK GANGSTER DISCIPLES NATION DEAD I 1974 TODAY A RAM TRUCK SLAMS ON BREAKS U24 I AM REMINDED OF FOLKS 24 LAST NIGHT THE NIGHT BEFORE 24 ROBBERS AT MY DOORS WHEN CORRUPTION BECOME HITMEN FOR ORGANIZED CRIME I AM HAPPY AT THE THOUGHT JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY FATAL CRASH IN A HYUNDAI WHILE IMPERSONATING ME IN SPRING HILL FLORIDA AND I NEVER DROVE GARGANO ORGANIZED CRIME CRIMINAL GROUP
Neck pulsating, close shave shines over whiskers
Stiff collar pressure, raced anticipation simmers
Key twist intrigue spurs engine's orange rage
Needle throws redline on wide torque gauge
Jaw rigid, fingers grip cockpit lethal leather wheel
G-force grabs chest, insolent beast thrusts surreal
Monster inflamed incredulously adheres to tar
Salivating lion's ravenous rumble has zero par
Ripping up bitumen, sardonic responsive tyres rivet
Road shred's exhausted under rocket fume exhibit
Airtight capsule, caramel cow hide hugs tamer
Eardrums hum, a hundred mile Hyundai shamer
Brawny tawny gold, hot bonnet chrome flashdance
Purrs her melting eclair aerodynamic performance
Pride's pilot elevated by moorish horizon hunts
Hungry headlights still prey with stealthy stunts
30th July 2022
Written for Contest: Joy
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Son Scottie drives a Porsche, had a broken antennae
Took it to the shop, must wait for a part from Germany
Six weels later
Arrived by freighter
Wrong part... bottom line, buy a Hyundai
From the train platform I see you
Actually - all are watching
As rap music blares from a dark blue Hyundai
All of you sing out the words with a special attitude –
“In my Mercedes”
Four boys standing in oversized khakis – each one
His left hand clutches the zipper area of his pants- tightly
You hold them up – but to avoid what?
The falling? – I do not think so
Each left hand has a purpose now
You are free and brave
I envy your purpose
And there on the train platform – I declare – in my mind only
One day – I too will be brave and dedicate my life to holding my pants up
And giving my left hand a meaningful purpose.
buttermilk biscuits rise in the oven
scrambles eggs are frying
the hominy grits is bubblin'
the french vanilla coffee is perculating
the plates and the silverware are clanking
you say good morning with a smile
i say the same back with a grunt
as usual, you do something silly to make me laugh
i want to take the day off
you pull out yet another new bathing suit that you bought over the weekend
i tell you 'i know i know i know'
you poke me teasingly and say 'uh huh, you better get your ass to work'
i laugh and smack yours and say 'have a good day'
you give me a wicked smile and reply 'now i want the day off too'
i shake me head at you and head out to face yet another day
you close the door laughing and it is then i hear the love in your tone when you say behind the door....'now what am i going to do with that man'
i enter my old hyundai sonata, sit there as the car warms up, and think about the many things that i wish she was doing....TO ME!
i laugh at my hard on and drive away happy and loving her more
and to think, she was 'the girl that was way out of my league'
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