#phloetry

Yeah, well hello, y’all!

Dis is His Shiznitz, da One & Only Cafégroundzer0!!!

And yours truly is biggah, baddah, & blackah than evah befoh!!!

(Like mah soul, mah ever-lovin’ soul!  Mah holy soul, yet whole!

Now we heah is ALL ABOUT badassery, we the real deal, yo!

I was eatin’ a Mac Double just now, brought to me by Missy

whose husband Beecher just died of liver failure,

our neighbour Beecher, long live Beecher, legendary Beecher

of the Free State of Fox! The Peoples’  Republic of Fox,

the newly declared & fledgling State of Fox seceding

from the AmeriKKKa of the 21st century,

in the second summer of our discontent!

And yet tears secreted, discretely from mine eyes,

as I ate that lovin’-it goodness, that happy place goodness,

that real beef, where it’s at in the lavender suburbia wholesomeness

but I couldn’t HELP cryin’ or were these tears of happiness

cause I remembered when I was so hungry I almost picked up

that peanut butter cup that I had opened, the force of me pulling

on the sealed lid by inertia carried both lid and cup into the sky

out of my hands arcking into the air, slow motion landing

on the sun scorched concrete under the bus stop in Memphis.

I was about to pick up that peanut butter cup & eat it,

when I felt arms around me hugging me, holding me back.

firmly but not angrily nor hatefully.  This young man,

African American, a black man yes, delayed me long enough

to tell me no, no, I did not have to eat what fell on the ground.

He took me over nearby to a Kentucky Fried & bought me food,

bought me fresh drink, that I might live, that I might be well,

now THIS IS LOVE, THIS IS MY NEIGHBOUR, SO THANK GOD,

give him some sugar, ladies! gents!  Bless the names of the saints,

the saints who will come marching, marching, marching into the future,

into this moment in time, the here & now, the WOW!  The WOW!!! WOW!!!

Yes, I am telling you, God’s truth, ‘struth, gentle readers,

that too much of my life has been hunger, hunger & shame,

loneliness & pain, such pain, I wouldn’t wish this on Hitler.

Not on my worst enemy, and oh boy! Do I have enemies!!!

Yes, I have enemies, but I have strayed from the beaten path,

Guided by the superficial, Life feels like a death ritual, They pretend that Society’s drug is medicinal, But this deception hides the real destructional… Force, detouring people from trying to find Life’s true course, Anger of the bad, coursing through my pores, With each closing door, Pieces of that bullshit continue to store, Corporate bodies with no soul, climbing the ladder of empty hopes, Reaching, illusive success, those pretentious pieces of gold, Little do they know, Karma shows you how your end will unfold, Crying when it’s too late, time will never help you from getting old, And the ostentatious souls, will be reaping what they sow, Even GPS can determine where you will go, Down in the direction of a clown with a frown, You’re bound, to descend beyond the normal 6 feet underground, Sounds, of your thoughts crushing, can’t measure empty minds in pounds, Because you bought, an unhealthy but wealthy life, And it decided to cough, sickness and a hell of a debt, So don’t be surprised by the empty invitations that visit your death, Your true friendships are as lively as mimes practicing stealth, And look at you, all this time you thought you won Life’s heavyweight belt, The truth is your life was cooked up on a grill, No meat to support the cheese, so it decided to melt… Through the bars like a jail cell, you’re the ashes of a coal Hell, You’re the inverse climax to a history I would never tell, Like conversed sneakers walking through, screaming blanks, Ringing a silent bell, they love to speak in feces so their breath stinks, Putrid smells, leaving the stool they drop to clog the septic tanks, Politicians with audacity to ask “What do you think?” If you really want to know my thoughts, You would already have memories of the struggles we fought, So all your “concerns” are rendering false, You corporate swines of society with no balls, Even Porky Pig would t-t-tell you “Fuck you” Like a B-Boss.