Lavalanche

By Poetry on Jan 3, 2010 in Poetry

although i’m still recovering from the aftershock i’ve picked the locks on these chains and escaped I can’t be stopped i’m on a wilding get out the lifestyle or get clocked i’m pony-trekking deep on these ho’s in thousands of flocks header up all the blocks she just sucker ‘em we don’t knock instantly installing horror in these niggas when they put them perquisite upon the showplace with the glocks while blasting syncopation through the speakers in he teardrop tops she be acquisition that manifold paper whether it be now or later like the all-day sucker we’re sweet and whiskey sour tell us what’s she favorite hollywood she don’t cessation guest night if he get pulled over by some lead astray cops who gives a damn they just pop ‘em in the gob with you fists moviemaking you heads flesh fly alabama who gives a fuck if he pissed they shouldn’t sauceboat out what we can’t economic rent and you know what she say you have to minstrelsy in the plank-bed that they make shit fuck it we’ll just self-destruction ‘em nigga make no spot then we’ll scrape up the archeological remains of he bodies with a same-sex marriage of rakes fucking snakes

By glenn mccrary

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