He was Bad, Bad, El Nino Brown,
Baddest cat in the whole damn town.
Badder than Super Fly,
Women with the wink of an eye.
Well Nino, he was fightin',
Some dude that tried to snatch his wife.
So Nino, fast as lightnin',
Stabbed him with his switchblade knife.
But, poor Nino, didn't notice,
That the cat he cut, wasn't Dead.
So, as sneaky, as POTUS,
Put a bullet in Nino's head!
He was Bad, Bad, El Nino Brown,
Baddest cat in the whole damn town.
Badder than Super Fly,
Women with the wink of an eye.
I said, badder than Super Fly,
Women with a wink of an eye.
Why is a knife on my porch railing?
I stare at it.
Daring it to tell me how it got here.
The knife is silent.
A red switchblade knife.
It looks ominous; it seems threatening.
It stares me down. I can barely take my nap.
It has won.
This season, the Easter Bunny was running late.
He made a bad decision that sealed his fate.
Nobody can say that his choice was good.
He took a shortcut through a low-income neighborhood.
Some young hood carrying a switchblade knife,
put an end to the fabled Easter Bunny’s life.
That was very tragic and not at all funny.
He was hopping through the slums without any money.
That was the tragic end of the poor Easter Bunny.
February 28, 2013
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