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Geno Cattouse
Poems
Nov 2012
Grits Aint Groceries
Substance.
Heft. volume and mass.
Volume without value.
Being light in the ***.
Barking without teeth.
Gravitas.
Bite. weight and kick.
All talk.All yap all *****. No ****.
*****-fuckas today are sick
with it.
A man's word is nothing but air.
Lie to your face as if that is a virtue.
Get stuff all distorted as they twist you and hurt you.
Microphone checker.
No I'm not really mad. Just stretching out.
Anyway,back to the grind.
With your feelings these fellows are quite cavalier
as they muddy the waters and make things unclear.
Word is bond. Really like James Bond? WORD ?.
My word is my bond. We can trade on it.
My word is my life. The one thing you cant have.
Meaning and substance.
Values and core.
Fools take that today like a license to steal.
A big Lollipop a sucker Who dont know the deal.
Veracity.
Virtue.
brings
Vindication always.
Written by
Geno Cattouse
california
(california)
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