Posts Tagged ‘Ghetto Poetry’

I Need to Quit Listening to Ice Cube!

 

it’s a bad habit,

a 9pm-standing-on-a-corner-smoking-a-cigarette-next-to-a-hooker

bad habit;

 

I tell the arresting officer,

 

*Yo, Officer, you’re making a big mistake!

 

but the officer laughs,

then the officer spits,

and says

 

*Tell that bullshit to the judge!

 

No, I don’t need to quit smoking,

I need to quit listening to fucking Ice Cube!

 

 

(*lyrics courtesy of Ice Cube’s, BeBe’s Kids)

 

 

8.M. CRACKHEADS

It’s a quarter to 8

at the school’s assigned bus stop

in a gang related neighborhood

infested with

the brilliance of scums.

At the center of this magical universe

are the next generation of brilliance

who will succumb to innocence lost

eventually-

And while I’m trying to ingest the inevitable

I find that I’m having a hard time

grasping the concept of black socks

in today’s kids, yet

I don’t have a problem

grasping the concept of crackheads

always sticking their heads, peering

through the cracks of ex-boarded up

crack houses

Pointing, I turn to my stupid better half:

“You see, that’s why they’re called crackheads!”

screw coffee

I’m in desperate need of a diet cherry coke

 

10 PM ROLL

Around town, they rolled

in a big black SUV

pimped out in 26” Wheels

and a Glock, cocked loaded on the dash

at 10 she riled in her seat

riding shotgun in his ride

her beautiful world

spinning in her head

uniforms, innocence, girl scouts

homework undone for goodtime fun

she glanced at her watch

animated frogs blowing bubbles

jacking people for drugs and cash

it was his hundredth time, she knew

a hundred and one, bubbles blew,

3 minutes passed at 15 minutes till bed

9 with a Glock 9 now resting beneath her Barbie pillow;

a book report is due tomorrow

 

 

DOLLS

1 a.m.

I drift to bed

drunk

horny

erect

she’s there, as usual

I don’t fuss,

I stare into her desecrated black hole,

her red mouth

I could swear she said “Prick”-

deflation escapes into oblivion

 

THINGS TO DO BEFORE MY NEIGHBOR DISCOVERS HIS DEAD CAT

Scoop up dead cat

from litter box

Rearrange furniture

to hide dead cat

His wife was beautiful-

furballs and catnips

cold milk and coke