A Day In The Life of Meeeeeeeee...
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Thursday, September 6th 2007
07:49:00 PM
I was feeling these two poems, so I decided to post them. They are old. I wrote them a long time ago. The first one...cause I am always hungry...still. So, I posted it. And then the other one, cause I read again for the first time last night at MoorPark College. I think I might read it at Da' Lounge this Tuesday. It quickly has become a favorite again.
Getting Gangster with my Food!
By Poetri
I want to fight food!
I’m not talking about fighting the urge or fighting temptation.
I’m talking about taking it to the streets, rolling up my sleeves and getting straight gangster on the mug!
I want to punch Fruit punch in the face.
And then spit on it as it lies on the ground all sprawled out.
And it better tell any bad thing that my body is on the rampage.
I want to take a French fry and squeeze it all up in my hands and make it mashed potatoes!
I know that French fries never stand alone,
so all of its little homies will try to rush up on me,
hoping that I will break down and eat them instead of smashing them,
so trust me, I’ll come prepared.
I’m about to go 187 on an undercover potato!
I’ll be ready for all his cousins,
the Potato chip click, the Cheeto mafia, and the Frito family.
I'll look that little scrawny punk fry right in the eye and say,
“Look, Mr.! Call your all little bambinos for help, only if you want to see them die!!
I’m gonna hurt those no good for nothing fries so bad that I might cry!”
I don’t want to see your face around here anymore.
No longer are you going to be coming in my house
And staying for three or four days unwanted
Messing up my cholesterol, giving me heartache,
And then dozing off in my stomach!
I’ve been sleeping with the enemy!
My mouth door is locked…and the only thing allowed in is fruits and veggies.
I want to take fried chicken and break each of its legs,
until he begs for mercy. I want to rip its thighs into pieces,
And then throw them in the nearest garbage disposal,
And dare that punk to say something about it,
I’m about to get ghetto with my butt whippings.
Get gangster on that fool if he tries to loc up,
Kick it‘s breast, for trying to perpetrate that it‘s healthy.
I’m ready to break Fried Chicken’s neck, so, he’ll never cluck again,
never see the light of day again, payback for all the pain he’s caused,
for all the high blood pressure in my family,
for the death of my daddy and both of my granddaddies.
Not too mention all of the people that have been addicted!
This payback is a mother beeep, and I ain’t about to curse, yet!
But, I’m about to shoot you like a cursin’ gangster!
Drag you through the mud after I tie you up to the back of the car,
ride through town, let all the little chicken heads see
what I’m about to do to all fried chicken
, if I catch them anywhere near me or my family.
I’m living for my child now, and somehow,
Fried foods no longer fit in my picture.
So, if I see you on my plate, I’m gonna get ya’!
I want to kill Donuts, Reese’s, and Apple pies,
anyone in the Sweets family, better not come near me!!
Respect me…nah, better yet, fear me!!!
My family is too dear to me.
I will protect them at any cost,
I’ll beat a Reese’s down, cause I ain’t the one!
Scrape off the chocolate skin and leave it to melt in the sun.
Then I will take the peanut butter part and stick it to the bottom my shoes.
So that every time I walk, I’ll be stepping on it!
I’ll put 6 bullets in a donut, make it die fast!
I’m putting ya’ll on blast, you will not last when I put my wrath on ya’!
I want to stab Apple Pies until it bleeds Apple Juice!
Stab a hot dog in the face rather than shove it down mine.
I’m running out of time.
I should have done this a long time ago,
I’m getting gangster with my food,
have all unhealthy things riding home in a hearse
Bad food is a curse, but I am about to shatter it,
As I break down the enemy piece by piece!
The Matrix...The Poem...Or Is It?
by Poetri
This world we live in, or do we, knows everything, or does it?
If this universe knows everything, then you already know what I am going to say.
Or do you? ...here take this candy, cause I know you are going to eat it.
Cause see I killed you, I watched you die, but then you came back alive
and killed me...or did you? Cause now there are 4 million of me
running around town with the most common last name and a frown,
and I don’t care if you understand why, it is your choice to understand
or grasp, or get the picture, comprehend, ya dig what I am saying?
Or am I really talking and are you really listening to what you think you hear
what may or may not be me talking...wait! Do you hear that?
Never Mind.
It doesn’t matter, that is what you think, but I want to fight you anyway,
cause you never really know someone until you punch them in the face.
Do the same tricks I did in the last movie, or is it a poem?
This time I want to fight for like 20 minutes, ten times
meaning I am fighting different crazy people for like 2 hours,
or is it 120 minutes...ha, that’s what you think, or do you?
Forget about the red tablet or the blue tablet, cause drugs are a bad habit,
and they say vitamins aren’t good for you anyway, or are they?
Everything gives you cancer,
and you can get herpes from sitting on a public toilet seat,
or is it from eating red meat...you make the choice!
and guess what, I already know what choice you are going to make,
but lets fight anyway, or should we?
Cause I am also about love, love against the machine,
rage against the machine, what does that mean, you choose to figure that out.
Cause the system is always trying to bring a brother down,
that’s okay though, I can beat the organization, the unit!
But you already knew that I was going to say that,
not because you think I am the Oracle, not because you think I might
myself be a machine working in the system,
but because all black people say that,
and I am black...or am I?
Back to my love issues, grab all the tissues, hear all the miss yous,
cause now you must choose, or you will lose, life is a game, punk,
and no two games are the same, punk, so select the right door or the left!
The right door will save mankind but kill the one you love.
The left door will kill mankind and save the one you love,
even though since the one you love is a part of all mankind,
the one you love too will die, but you already know that.
I got it! I have the correlation!
The Matrix is like some poems, I cannot understand one word.
but the action was nice, all the fighting and jumping up and down was thrilling,
but during the whole movie, I looked silly,
trying to figure out what the heck they were saying,
and in some cases what the heck they were fighting for.
It got to the point where this is what the Matrix looked like
blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
If they knew what the outcome would be,
what’s the use of trying to change things, unless you knew that you could
change things and beat the system, in which you did,
meaning that the system was a flaw, just like some poems and the some movies
Instead of the film and poem to be concluded,
it needs to be rerouted, rewritten, revised, remade,
or does it?
4 hollered!!!.
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