If I was a white man I'd take my turns getting a head -so far as I aint rich - like the poor boy on the corner. His nose in the air with his affected-cold- austere degree, he says " stolen by a hot lunatic with his name".
"Take a bath white boy" "I have to ride this elevator like everyone else." I knows you ain't going to put em up any more than I'd take turns robbing you no more" -like that man scientist at the door says to do.
"He wares his rags like his harvard degree", "If I had a degree, hot or not, I'd be hot to trot, wouldn't use it to wipe my ass, you say "all its good for" just like Dog at the Tops suite uses the cheap wallpaper in that expensive hotel you live in....
"what's the matter, homeboy?"
"I don't know?"
"Ain't my ass clean when we ride the elevator?"-Both on same ride-aint we ?-Free ride=free lunch-and expensive toilet paper-not to mention the realestate agent or the hotel.- Rebt rebates in one pocket-welfare checks in the other-and expensive toilet paper ,Wadsworth. Aint nothing a bill collector can take but some paper he can zerox at 5 cents a page-always comes with the shit from my ass, right where lightning lands him when he looks for his fee.
And the clock strikes twelve again like my pen-those degrees aint cheap...Wadsworth. How do like it? ...my Ph.D?
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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