He is a man of many parts;
Not once not twice topping The Charts,
Even at throws of A Drunk’s Darts
And easy picking of noiseless farts …
In their party, a top notcher,
On campus, discussed lecturer,
In some property, a poacher,
In some clinic, Satan’s butcher,
Amidst women, Adventurer …
Indeed, A Man of many parts,
Who might soon dare horse-driven carts!
Categories:
notcher, character, conflict, confusion, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
NOTCHER MAMA'S FIRST CHOICE
(White Boy Rappin)
There's a whole lotta nuthin thacha can't get free
it's the price you pay for whatcha wanta be
if ya gotta have a reason then ya just don't see
you
just don't see.
there's a curtain on her window and it's snugged up tight
if you's peepin through the curtain she is dyna-mite!
she will meetcha in the parlor and she doesn't bite
you
just don't see.
she's a little understanding but she won't say how
if you ever read her number you could call her now
she has wrote it for a reason on the bathroom towel
you
just don't see.
If you think you gotta leave she can turn you on
if ya ain't got no money then you best you gone
with a hunert in you pocket you all set to dawn
you
just don't see.
She's a little underhanded when it comes to love
if ya don't know she's planned it whatcha thinkin of?
If ya prayin at her curtain, does ya need a shove?
You
just don't see.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Categories:
notcher, addiction, racism, rap,
Form: Lyric