I recount the nights of faint, distant glows —
the dimmed party lights of summer —
of silenced streaks of fleeing light, tassels of clouds
adorned in fleeting whites,
on the broad balcony of the west, when the
incidents on the large vestibule of the sun sum up
their lives and times on seasons’ palimpsests.
The wild party closes by the stretch of the twenty-first hour.
Darkness, frightened, creeps in with the stealth of a departing thief,
the coyness and diffidence of an undocumented harlot.
Twilight aids the shut eyes of young irreverent bats;
drunk with summer's furiously spouting liquors,
like the denizens of an unclothed city, they fly low,
with gambolling wings, propelled by unseen strands of evening gales,
shadowing briefly the glints of pimping stars eager to witness the next day’s
orgy.
Sun's dry handiwork
Salty skinned sunbathers, stripped
Sandy bones, de-hyd
Replaced watermark
With brand that is baked in deep
Pimping with long reach
Ray's Gaze, no flinch ways
Dusk don't need a sentinel
Has Fog roll blanket
Slips away, act 3
Crickets chirp their gossiping
Undercover, shades
Hides in Night's phase shift
Will employ shadows at day
Witness protection
From relentless ways
Security, privacy
Quiet Holiday
.
No doubt
God looks after
Even sin city- Vegas
From oldest profession;
Politics’ newest victim;
Brothel King: Dennis Hof
.
When comes to profession
Prostitution is the oldest
Politics or pimping is next
(I disagree with Charles III)
So what is the context ?
In Vegas...
A pimp wins the election
But, it is after his death .
.
What happens in Vegas..
Stays in Vegas...as said
.
The celebrity pimp got seduced
by guess what..Politics
and got consumed
But after winning...
Never a loser - Dennis Hof..
He turned out to be a good cock
.
Guess his guardian angels told him
Hof, Stay here...don’t move
You happened in Vegas. you stay in Vegas
We invested in a pimp. Politics is a bad bet
Destroyed lives
By Michelle Morris
25/11/2022
Broken promises
Broken dreams
Destroyed lives
In the in between
The in between
Of me and you
The ideas in my head
Of what was true
You lead me on
Betrayed my trust
Took advantage of
My need for love
Meeting you
Changed my life
But not in the way
I ever imagined
Here I am
Buried in a shallow grave
Close to nature
In the least good way
You took my organs
You took my life
But most of all
You took my future self
Halted in its tracks
My special path
Now in Heaven
We discuss my faults
You might get rich
By deception and evil
But you'll pay the price
Of all your misdeeds
Whether pimping girls
Or selling flesh
You'll soon feel
The deepest regrets
For there is no loyalty
Among such bitter souls
Your brazen acts
Will always implode
A bigger monster
Is always there
To feed off you
Your certain death
It won't be pretty
And it won't be painless
But what can you expect
From a life so shameless
And when you stare
Into Satan's eyes
Remember He
Knows all your lies
Enjoy your pain
Your hellfire torture
You'll suffer eternally
As you ought to
© Michelle Morris, 2022
big birds
guinea hens
pimping
Fall down
Winter up
spring forward
autumn
turning leaves
colorful
Perhaps not be detected,
but poetry is not pleased
of prolixity...
Neither flatter itself with
adjectives...
Poetry does not appreciate
lack of objectivity of
repetitive vocabulary, and
dramatically hates
pimping flourishes...
Poetry does not feel
honored by
poor rhymes...
Dreams of reaching the senses...
Wishes enchant,
thrill, interrogate
to change this world!
However if this is not understood in
the fundamental reason:
it is not poetry... !
There they are__ made each day no shame, no disgrace...
Constant reminders of who controls the human race.
We wake up every morning and get hot on the chase...
gotta get the God with big numbers on his face...
gotta hurry along... got no time to waste...
gotta be first in line_ anyhow in any case.
Jamming down my food, pimping my style in great haste...
no time to pull up my pants or tie my shoelace....
grabbing coke and candy_ gotta keep up the pace...
sodas, coffee, caffeine_ smoking crack-freebase.
Looking up in the air, and down in any space_ ....
over here or there_ it could be any place....
cheating through life_ up my sleeve_ a spare ace....
lies are the present _ truth is gone without a trace.
There they are__ made each day no shame, no disgrace...
constant reminders of who controls the human race.
persisting un regrettable unabatedly to abase...
our plagued souls_ with anything antidepressant laced.
I'm on fire busting out from the flames used to be a city kid in the hood
pulling my own like a dog without its bone you got me thinking alone
vibrations to the temptations through the doorways in my mind
the streets are uneasy the wine is just fine getting me from behind
got me in the zone while I'm watching the classic epic, "Home Alone".
Beggars can't be choosers rap isn't for loosers keep ya head up G
they got their guns trying to have a bit of fun you know what I'm saying sun
many years ago let the truth be told there was a different episode to unfold
both Army & Navy take home the gravey but friends like to change the story
so why should we worry in a world in such a hurry bury me beneath the breeze
got hustlers pimping their ride young G in the hood up to no good
hearing the rap songs being played getting groovy in the shade
but this homeboy better act his age carry on in a rage
out in the street where peeps do meet having fun with their stereo lights
the are voices with choices like a bun in the oven sitting with my kissing cousins
they say it's crazy when I get a bit lazy and my nod is a bit hazy
falling apart at the seams eating delicious ice cream
Today, his mail order package just came in,
a foreigner wanting to be an American citizen
The price for the privilege has gotten more steep,
the cost for the coach airfare didn’t come cheap
The rich can pay half a mil to get a clean green card,
but poor mail order brides must work their bodies hard
This wife has a husband who likes pimping his brides
Repayment comes in the form of late night date rides
Clients want his candy bride to lustily unwrap,
their sweet tooth craving must be sexually capped
She met an undercover cop, who became her friend
Prostitution was stopped when they took the pimp in
Her tarnished wedding ring got used to make bail
Ex-sex slave bride got a free green card out of jail
Lured by the money, she chases a dream,
leaving her home for a life more extreme.
Mistresses of upper society;
high-priced call girls, project propriety.
Enticed by the glamorous life, she yearns:
lust fuels the flames as innocence burns.
Sullying her soul, for dollars and fame;
pimping herself is all part of the game.
Her heart has witnessed so much pain unfold,
love's no longer unique: it's something sold.
Her words of sincerity sound hollow:
like the phony smiles, men pay to follow.
Tomorrows cannot be fully explored,
feelings are meaningless: when love is whored.
Bamboozling her family and her friends,
ignoring reality: she pretends.
Yet, anguish slowly envelopes her soul,
as her lifestyle levies a heavy toll.
And truth only exacerbates her plight:
piercing awareness, like slivers of light.
NEW DAY
Its a new month, a June-day
Filled with tricks, full of games like May
Birds are chirping and it looks gay
The Sun so bright and it looks dream-full
Everyone looks beautiful,how wonderful
All thanks to God, am very Grateful
Plans set till its dark-out
G-eazy banging the speakers real hard
K.dot Pimping the butterflies real bad
Telling a story of Kanye
The life of Pablo
And am viewing it from the 6
Got my Drake-on
Oh Anti Rihana trynna make
A lemonade with Beyonce
Unfortunately Tiwa break
the jar, she deserves a standing Ovation
From Olamide, maybe a shakiti bobo
The day is set
And am gonna make it count
Baba Nla Imma be a Wiz-kid
I didn'T mean a wizard-kid
Harry Porter
Hey dude, get up and work
Instead of paying dem girls to twerk
Blaise
No never no calls
From daughter or son
No never it seems
Nobody no way.
Daughter is plastic
And son is too old
No never, no calls,
Never, no way.
Industrial pimping
To arouse a eyebrow,
But to take a mere moment
No, never, no way.
Addiction was her puppeteer
It pulled her every string
Drugs became the master of her fears
Depression was all it would bring
Some become puppets of greed
Pimping out their very souls
More, and more, and more they need
Satisfaction is never their goal
Envy is also a puppet master
Making us want what others possess
Pulling the strings of jealousy faster
And leaving us a sorry mess
Perhaps we, are just puppets of love
As our strings are pulled from above
----
Screwed in the "Puppets" Contest
To be murdered and ridiculed on a grand stage
No wonder so many blacks are in a state of rage
Remaining cynical towards
the so called opportunities of life that were promised
Seems to always be stripped by the man’s ways
By the man’s rules
It’s like April’s got the game on lock
pimping all of her fools.
Desperation and frustration lead some to violently protest
Now that ain’t that cool
Funny how Blacks can show strength
and numbers in time of death
Can’t muster enough energy to see themselves through school
Blame the white man for ever being so cruel
Yet a common greeting can be “What up nigga!”
Isn’t that a bit crude?
We’ve done lost the battle,
And I can’t even begin to fathom all the souls lost in this ongoing war
WE ARE ALL TRAYVON MARTIN!
But the questions now is
Whose child will it be next
being carried through those doors?
Life wasn’t that pretty
When she was a little girl
The wrong side of the tracks
In this hard hearted world
But when she grew older
The men gave her the stare
A very curvy figure
And Monroe blonde hair
Working at the café
Till nine at night
Sweet smelling perfume
And jeans that fit tight
Cat whistles and jeers
And mouthwatering tongues
It could have been a circus
With these monkeys on the rungs
There’s a path to her doorway
These men make all the time
And the money they threw her
Should have been a crime
After four years of pimping
On the wrong side of the track
And making a fortune
While resting on her back
It’s a pity they all cried
When she left them alone
She’s somewhere with those riches
Probably high on some throne
But once she was a poor girl
From the wrong side of the track
That finally took that ride
And she never looked back
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