Ghouls
First Posted: 11/27/07Posted by: J MaC
One drop One rock So much more than That view from the air Shooting marbles across the street Dirt on my face Dirt on my bare feet The Caribbean sun already Throwing heated punches at Chances Peak Played for fun Playing for takes Already behind and looking to get ahead The word on ZJB Kid your father's dead What's in an Arawak? Once upon a slave Didn't take the bastards long To desecrate his grave The crows and the bees The pawns and the thieves A rat tunneling under sulphuric leaves I want that green piece of trash And it's sandy pancake-flat neighbor The entire goddamn area Permanently entombed in unholy water Ghouls © 2007 AhkenatonShare this poem:
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