Down in the ghetto, real
****** stand together
Me and my 2nd in charge had an
alibi that breezed us on through
Sued the NY Times and their racist news
for they had no clue about us
The judge winked us both off and
later was paid what he was due
Corrupt, corrupt judiciary
The reasons for this are mostly monetary
No questions ... it’s just customary

While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too
Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes
They were askin’ ‘bout, tryin’ to cash in, all da time
What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’
a little bread on da side
No questions ... it’s just customary

I then asked a judge, why doesn’t the NY Times
take a bribe, so they don’t need to report all da crimes
I listened with intrigue and right away I saw the signs
Then my eyes closed tighter, as I hear what he describes
Judiciary started callin’ and Popo’s started fallin’
Shhhush . . . it’s just customary

While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too
Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes
They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time
What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’
a little bread on da side
No questions ... it’s just customary

Well the New York Times is owned by the Irish
and not by a wealthy enclave of Jews
I think I just made my very last mistake
He fired a pistol from under his robe
and shot me to da ground
And I heard him sayin’ “Never **** with da men in da gown”
Corrupt, corrupt judiciary
The reasons for this are mostly monetary
I’d asked to many questions ... it’s just customary

While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too
Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes
They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time
What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’
a little bread on da side
No questions ... it’s just customary.

Blue and red flashing through his window
Ran away from the popo
Gasping
Cause' his wind's low
A loser in jail
But he has a chance
He could win though
Opened the door
And let the wind blow

Howling of the hound
Front door down
Police get in
Guess what?
No sound
Fast footsteps on the ground
Of the young **** who was bound
To be in school
But he took it like a joke
Ha ha
Pro clown

Running through the bush
Blood hounds behind
Adrenaline pumped by the fear
Running in his mind
Yeah he was cruel minded
But his love was one of a kind
This love was caused by the one inside....
Of the bag

Using...
Helicopter spotlights
Geographical spot heights
Cause' they knew this criminal was not light
What they were doing was not right
After a while he took a shot right
Through his heart then his eyes went low
Like smoking *** sight

The police surrounded the lying body
Blood on the floor
Bullets in his leg, arm, shoulder
And in his heart was number four
This time the popo were raw
No smackdown just *******
Dead was the ****
Everyone was sure

After a while of silence
After a while of pure silence
A crying voice went out
Everyone knew it
No doubt

One of them opened the bag
It was a lady
No one thought it would be possible
It was a baby

My mama said its just a phase
I just wanna get you high
Look at the bright lights
Pop a pill now I'm zoning
in the sky make you fly
sip slow on that poison
not sure where I'm goin
I'm dialated
the popo keeps starin at us
the locals keep glarin at us
these beans keep me near sighted
that *** got me so excited
I bite the bullet
I keep the rifle close
I got the spins
but I got to fight it
but I think I'm losin my mind
but it could be worse
I'm sure that I'm fine
as I check the time
I cant remember the night
I pay the price of giving my life
flying up high
and they all around me
**** *******, some bomb *** ****
mixin up my potion
marijuana stay potent
pop a pill now im zoning
I'm zoning, zoning

First off I am the ****.
I slap ******* in Target
and steal them electric carts
to get away from the popo
I start low speed chases
down sidewalks on three wheeled motorcycles.
I got arrested, but that's a'ite.

I am the ****.
I start bar fights
with pool cues
and hit ****** with beer bottles.
I throw rocks
through car windows.
I got arrested, but that's a'ite.

I am the ****.
I threaten Subway employees
with my ******* gun
while Suge gets mani-pedis.
I get my motherfucckin' sandwich anyway.
I got arrested, but that's a'ite.

I am the ****.
I got fo kids and I keep my guns in a box.
I smoke ****.
It aint a drug.
Its something you smoke when you want to feel good.
I got arrested, but that's a'ite.

Petal by petal, she wanes
Ever so quietly
Like a waking consciousness succumbing
To sleep,
I now understand the bitterness
Of one's last breath.

But why, why does it render such
Pain? Is not death
Beautiful?
The withering of all
Sufferings and endurance, the
Beginning of one's revelation,
And yet again...

Maybe
If I turn her into a poem,
If I can etch her essence into
Pen and paper, she will live on;
They said words were powerful.

I only want her to be strong.

Live on,
Live on,
Please live on...

To my popo.(2016)

By: Cedric McClester

This is for my ******
Who might need some schoolin'
With their different street names
Who y’all foolin'
It’s high time
That you peep it
Your government names
Ain’t no secret
What’s the point of having one anyway
Who you think invented (AKA)
They can capture you
From a satellite
Doin it under the covers
In the dead of night
Identifyin who is no mystery
They’ve got files on you full of history

Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name

There’s nothin that you’re doin
That they don’t know
Besides they’ve even got you
On video
And snitches that’ll tell ‘em
All they need to know
So if you ain’t aware
Then you must be slow
There are fewer secrets
Out on the street
Then you’re likely to find cops
Walkin' a beat
If it becomes necessary
I’ll repeat
Must I still hip you (to the game)
They already know your government name

Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name

****** always tryin to be
So secretive
Do ya really think
They don’t know where you live
Even what you carry
A gat or shiv
See they also know
What you’re about
And who receives the packages
That you give out
And just in case you still have any doubt
They’ll put a tail on you
Via the usual route
So don’t go thinkin
Cos they call you *****
Your government name is hard for them to figure

Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name

See if it takes me spittin
A hot sixteen
For y’all to understand
Exactly what I mean
I’m prepared to do it
Cos I’m very keen
On avoidin all the *******
That I’ve seen
I know you have identities
You’d like to protect
And I’m not comin at cha
With disrespect
But if you think a street name
If some kinda shield
It’s high time that the truth
Of the matter be reveiled

Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name

If ya used a celly
Or a land-line phone
Then you need to know
That you weren’t alone
And if you’ve ever e-mailed
Anyone
Forgiddaboutit
Cos tha damage is already done
Today they have cameras (everywhere)
There’s eyes (up in the skies)
That you need to fear
Zeroed in on you (with a constant stare)
So don’t start pointin figures
Or start placin blame
Because the government
Always knew your name

Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name

I call ya by the names
That your mama gave ya
You’re crazy if ya think
That’s how popo made ya
Cos they already knew
Who you were and (where you hanged)
They even knew the (names and numbers)
Of the chicks you banged
So you may think what you’re doin
Is really on the low
But that only goes to show
You don’t really know
I guess that’s why people say
Ignorance is bliss
Though that applies to a lot of things
It certainly does to this

Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name

This is for my ******
Who might need some schoolin'
With their different street names
Who y’all foolin
It’s high time
That you peep it
Your government names
Ain’t no secret
What’s the point of having one anyway
Who you think invented (AKA)
They can capture you
From a satellite
Doin it under the covers
In the dead of night
Identifyin who is no mystery
They’ve got files on you full of history

~INFINITE
Drugs guns attempts and ****** one roll off this urban griots tongue, I'm a sun from the slums that chased redrum funds, I walked the dark path of prison and gore, stopped at the end, then walked back to the beginning to become a verbal detour pointing man women and children in the right direction before the feel the heat and go through spontaneous combustion. The lemniscate ink spiller swings his pen back and forth to counter decapitation scythe swings courtesy of the reaper. I'm a five star general from New York, I was fantasizing on owning islands like rourke, I know the life well chefed ye for color coordinated residuals, ya know that **** that'll make ya lean or have a bobby b jaw with dilated pupils. in order to educate I have to spit with no filter, the life i lived was similar to helter skelter, it wasn't war for race it was war for boy or the contents of a Pyrex being burnt to a gooey paste. I got more friends dead than alive, so i use phonics mixed with Ebonics verse to explain the pain of sending kites to men bidding forever or the pain of following a hearse to release doves and throw flowers over the casket of eternal resting brothers. Money came in...so did those nine elevens saying another life came to an end. The facade doesn't show the downs of the game, you see the foreign wips, the chics, hear about all the chips, high grain ammo and xtra clips, you don't see mothers crying holding daily news clips explaining how her son died because of chips chics and foreign wips, they don't see the cheddar spent on retainers to prevent predict felons from becoming three time losers, The streets don't come with a fine print, it leaves out the particulars.

Infinite the poet 2014

~THE REB
Behind the madness I came to a conclusion of the humen world. The streets caged me in bars with no ability to pull comfort of a drink together with equality in communication with society. Understanding the diversity of life in corners made me believe struting my fist was the way of life. There were no hands to hold onto tomorrow. No space in alleys to run but to dead end vortex duplicity. Uniform authority confined my freedom to be humen. An animal to sociaty but I did no crime. Just to get from one ave to the blv these popo's be trippen down my ****** lines to the creases over my thieghs. Feeling for a high by touch to get that high in a remote area of their private sources. Age nine I stood in the ghettos near home. What I thought was a dream of doom I wome to a high with tracks down my arms proving this confusion. Colors to claim, and colors to flag, I kept pushing away congregations of street wars and bet on my own revolutionary independence. Pistol on my inner thigh I tred lightly in a walk of shame. I found no glory till one day my tears fell on paper. On the walls of East Chapmen Ave California were monumental master pieces of anger and sadness from one end on the wall to the other... I felt something twitch in me... Inspiration of something unfamiliarly bright over the darkness. And for each time I enter back home to family, there was rebirth, and I could not conceive knowledge until one day, the madness got me. I took that pen, and wrote the illustrations of my lack of pigment on every line.. These demons left me in wilderness. No caution about what life had ahead for me. I knew nothing beyond these streets. I lost the innocence in my adolescnce. All the agony and weakness and fears I had hidden for so long, later became exuberant effect. If there was no God, if he didn't love me.. my existence wouldn't have been standing here today to speak behind the madness.

(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© S.T. Rebel of Eden

yo since i had no choice but to rep **** life
drugs n alcohol became my wife 
though im stressed
 through the curses of ham
 its the summer of sam and still i slam
 my adversaries get the gasoline soak em along with kerosene
light em up and watch em go in flames ******* know my name
 since i escape the reign
 no longer got dibs on me
 im livin' carefree 
but still feel consolidated to satans invisible penitentiary
 so.many brothers like me
 wanna speak free
 but all they see is the cemetery
**** it i shot the sheriff and the deputy 
feelin' that ***** Marley talkin' to me
 Through **** and hennessey
 aint no more fear 
mama still lookin' for me but i aint here
my heart left long ago I feel no sorrow 
and if i die dont cry for me tomorrow
 just know
i stayed true to the game
 i dont care about how long my reign will last? im.a blast from.the past 
born in the wrong century
yo i know ya feeeeel me
 and all my real ******
doing yo thang 
how about we load up slugs in the popo brains im.insane 
product of Jesus that ***** died at thirty three 
now how many niggus died before thirty three
 defamin' our savior name
 he was black as can be 
skin made a bronze eyes of blazin' fire 
look how they treated our messiah
 they didnt give ****
fools sellin' out for paper bucks
 only for the devil to exchange ya soul quid pro quo all i know
is imma be real.with mine and if they cross that line 
ill.put em.on the flat line and if i die in the line
of fire ill be reincarnated as a ak 47 round pound for pound
 puttin' these snitches n ******* in the ground 
Who wanna scrap?
 bunch of city politicians talkin' crap 
and just know if they watchin' me they watchin' you??? 
and if they come for me just know they coming for you 
Since im a lost son of a prophet 
hard to knock it if it wasnt true the media wouldnt use us for profits
 house nigguhs givin' up ***
with no hesitation
 **** that ill **** the ***** of the plantation 
divide n conquer is oldest trick in the book
 know who's the ******' crook?
watch out for these jealous *** bustas 
cuase when it comes to snaps
 theyll make hell for a hustlaaaaa

Sniffin’ my cologne
Hair full of da gel
In like Flynn tonight
For my homies aren’t that bad
Their just a little ******* mad
Playing with sharp knives, oh no
What’s making ya bleed
What’s making ya bleed
They'll be floating through later
Maybe laying down, little white lines
I be a chillin’, by about half past nine
I’ll be a jiggin’ sum ******* da sofa recline
Yeah, your ever so kind and real kinda dope
What’s making ya bleed
What’s making ya bleed
What’s making ya bleed
What’s making ya bleed
Maybe it’s from da *****, that don’t know any better
Why no one tell him, she was my date
She done dead now, for **** sake
Thoughts about what we do and where to take
Like how now is she gunna be undiscovered
Authorities and her family, smell a whiff of her on my coat
Like sum dead wraparound ******* fox
So now I’m on the Popo’s radar
Everything I do now, even taking my mama to church
Hope she prayed extra hard
I need to teach those *****’s, who to cut and who to trust
Like I'm a god forsaken ******* preacher
I lost da last girl
I feel ****** and torn
What’s making ya bleed
What’s making ya bleed
Not again...

Singing high to Fernando and dancing down low in Orlando  
 
When ecstasy suddenly turned to tragedy  
 
They were just out bopping, then he came out just popping  
 
The pulse was beating, while he was out cheating  
 
His wife new about his scouting  
 
But she never thought 'bout the victims  
 
That the families would be counting  
 
Forty nine were just out to dine and wine  
 
Fifty or so, still lying so low, feeling not so fine  
 
He tried to crawl out, just after his last shot  
 
Popo's saw him on the floor and said no more  
 
Put a bullet in his ***, the same place he liked it, that's for sure.

Tell me how we got here
Tell me that you still care
I know you don't
But I just try to front like nothings wrong
Did it hurt when you held me?
Is that why you stay away?
I could say it but you won't believe me
You say you do, but you don't deceive me
Is my skin covered in thorns
Broken, ripped and torn
Your skin must be worn off
Awake but its like a lucid dream
I might be trippin but my mama don't know
I'm dilated see the evidence
The popo's keep starin at us
Locals glarin at us
I'll bite the bullet, kiss the rifle
Sip the poison like this
Drug dealers wanna be my friend
But I'm not here to pretend
Mix up that potion
Pop a pill and I'm rollin
Nightmares at midnight
I don't know where I'm goin

Yes, I am your chosen kingpin
My Hollywood name is Mr. La La
I don't need to listen to ****
Because all ya barber is blah blah
I take whatever hood rat that want to come
Just don't try and steal my hard earned bling bling

You're so friggin dope. Well thank ya my beloved sister girly
You remind me of an ex Brady, she too was a ***** little birdie
Come into my crib and I shall show ya the best time
Grab a smoke and choke on that hot ***, it won't cost ya a dime

Ride by done while on kids bicycles are just so insane, it seems
Leaves images I witnessed, carved into my crazy nightly dreams
The wild streets aren't designed for everybody out there, but me
That's why they invented plain old grey sidewalks, for free

I feel totally naked without it, I'm not a bad **** ***** turtle
That's what my momma once said, but even I'm shell shocked, can ya tell?
But what you see, is what it really means, or so it should
So yes! It's good to be the king of the whole **** hood

One day I spilt the beans on some loyal corner crew boys
I told the popo, I know that's so lo lo, but they killed using one of my toys
If your not encouraged in life as a child, like most of us
You'll always be in a cage as an adult, so what's the big fuss?

Attacking Mr. La La's crib and forced his family out, without a touch of doubt
Nobody likes a smelly snitch, for they will be hunted down and blacked out
They chose a new leader of the team and told him, you better be able to cope
But he was a brother who never really new how to tie up all the loose rope

I came on back and killed the whole **** hood
A true gangsta has pride and does what he should
I just rode on by in my sleek black low riding convertible Jaguar cat
Shot up and even sliced up all those former ****** of mine, and that's that.

Yo, I’m tha new ghetto, sworn in king
Mi Hollywood name is Mr. La La
I don't need 2 listen 2 no lo ****
‘Cause all ya barberin’, is just blah blah
I take wat eva hood rat, be wantin’ 2 ***
Just don't tri and steal mi hard earned bling

You're so friggin dope, well thank you, mi new sister girly
You remind me of an ex Brady, she 2 waz a dirtee little birdy
*** into mi crib and I shall show ya tha best time
Grab a smoke and choke on dat hot ***, it won't cost ya a dime

Ride-by just dun, bi sum kids on a bike, it seems
Leaves images I witnessed, carved into mi nightly dreamz
Wild streets aren't designed 4 everybody out there, but me
Dats wi they invented, plain old grey sidewalks, 4 free

I feel totally naked widout it, I'm not a bad **** dirtee turtle
Dats wat mi mama once said, but even I'm shell shocked, can’t ya tell?
But wat ya see, is wat it really means, or so it should
So yes, it's good 2 be tha king of tha whole **** hood

One day I spilt the beans , on sum loyal corner crew boys
I told tha popo, I know dats so lo lo, but they killed using one of mi toys
If you’re not encouraged in life as a child, like most of uz
You'll always be in a cage as an adult, so wats the big fuss?

Attacked Mr Bigs crib and forced his family out, widout any doubt
Nobody likes a smelly snitch, 4 they will be hunted down and blacked out
They chose a new leader 4 da team and told him, ‘Ya better be able to cope’
But, he waz a brother, who neva new how to tie up all tha loose rope

I came on back and killed tha whole **** hood
A true gangsta haz pride and doze wat he should
I just rode on bi, in mi lo ridin’ convertible Jaguar cat
Shot up and sliced up, all doze forma ****** of mine, and dats dat

Akingbade Ajasa
Okunrin merin oko Asabi
Omo kan sho sho Ajanaku
Omo omo Esugbade ilu dogun
You're a man greater than the gods

Akingbadesujoba you have dine with evil
Bi Akin pe oku ni popo, alaye a fohun
You'd rule the earth, let God hold his throne in heaven, your judgment is a man's last day.

Akin gbade odi oba
Akin wo igba ileke o joye
Akin wo lu o gba iyi
Akin se ti aiye odi oko oso, odi oko aje

Akin rola o gbagbe ewo
Akin roye o gbagbe iku
Akin robinrin gbagbe odale
Akin riyi o gbabge eledua to ni ayie lowo
The doom of a great man just begin

Po-popo popo po-***
hololo lolo-lolole.

I asked the question, where ya bounce?

My mami was lazy peepin on the new big tymer, cruizin' thru town

She said he was crunk, like out of this world

They were just poppin' the trunk and keeping it real

My boys were sketchin' and should've just chopped it up

My favourite souljas, now goin' to Angola for a 187 on the third coast


You think she's all that

But ya girlfriends so stupid

Da first time she used a *******

She cracked her two front teeth



The third coast is where people get crunked up, be grilled out and ride on slabs

Down in Texas where they wear those big belt buckles and jam to *****

Those cowboys just pop and splash everywhere, over the hood

That's what ya don't know, 'bout da ***** south 3rd coast



They have some crazy **** parties

Drive some fine ******* and cars with gold grillz

As well as sporting huge silly fat **** rims

Backwash swamps and even some back alley gators



I get my corner boys to sell da home-made ice cream

I'll make sure they don't come anywhere near your cut

I also sell on eBay, a little one kilo of high flyin' kite

I've also tried to sell the sweets on corners of my streets

But the boys try the  **** ****, before they sell and get so really cromp

I can't have em leanin', ya all know what I be meanin'



You think she's all that

But ya girlfriends so stupid

Da first time she used a *******

She cracked her two front teeth



After the show we caught the dude that slapped my sista and made her face hot

But before we wrecked him, we visited the famous White Castle burger spot

Where we ate those famous but small burgers that only cost 35c, cheaper than ***

The popo said, is you trazy, we just smiled and kept on eatin' the lot

The cops tried to grab us, but they didn't have nathan on us. What ya got?



They have some crazy **** parties

Drive some fine ******* and cars with gold grillz

As well as sporting huge silly fat **** rims

Backwash swamps and even some back alley gators



Ya gotta love southern hospitality

Depending on where you go in the south

It could be a, ‘Hi, let me get that for you dear’

To, "If you don't stop staring at me I'm gonna shoot you in the face"


So I know the ledge and have got an edge
Over all the other big tymers down in the ***** south 3rd coast.

I assed da question, where ya bounce?
Mama waz layz peepin da new big tymer, cruizin' thru town
She said, he waz crunk, like outta dis world
They were just poppin' da trunk and keepin’ it real
Da boys were sketchin' and should've just chopped it up
My favourite souljas, now goin' 2 Angola 4 A-187 on da Dirtee Sth 3RD Coast

Yo think she's all dat
But ya girlfriends so stupid
Da 1st time she used a *******
She cracked her 2 front teeth

The 3rd Coast is where da peepole get crunked up, be grilled out and ride on slabs
Down in Texas where they wear, those big belt buckles and jam to da *****
Those cowboys just pop n splash everywhere, all over da hood
That's what ya don't know, 'Bout da Dirtee Sth 3RD Coast

They have sum crazy RRRS partays
Drive sum fine RRRS ******* and cars wid gold grillz
As well as sporting huge silly fat RRRS rims
Backwash swamps and even sum back alley gators

I get my corner boys to sell, all da homie made ice cream
I'll make sure they don't *** anywhere near ya cut
I sell on eBay, a little 1 kilo of hi flyin' kite
Also tried 2 sell da sweets on da corners of mistreets
But da boys try da **** ****, before they sell and get so really cromp
I can't have em leanin', ya all no what I be meanin'

Yo think she's all dat
But ya girlfriends so stupid
Da 1st time she used a *******
She cracked her 2 front teeth

After da show we caught da dude that slapped misista and made her face hot
But before we wrecked him, we visited da famous ‘White Castle’ burger spot
Where we ate those famous, but small burgers dat only cost 35c, cheaper than ***
The popo said, ‘Is you trazy’, we just smiled and kept on eatin' da lot
The cops tried 2 grab us, but they didn't have nathan on us. What ya got?

They have sum crazy RRRS partays
Drive sum fine RRRS ******* and cars wid gold grillz
As well as sporting huge silly fat RRRS rims
Backwash swamps and even sum back alley gators

Ya gotta love Southern hospitality
Depending on where ya go in da Sth
It could be a, ‘Hi, let me *** dat 4 ya, midear’
2, ‘If ya don't stop staring @ me, I'm gonna shoot ya in da face’
So I know the ledge and have got da xtra edge
Over all da udder big tymers, down in da Dirtee Sth 3RD Coast

Expressive as onomatopoeia,
Come in with that boom, bang, clash.
That assalamualakum ****.
A dismissive villain with mad ideas,
Make these bad divas act up like Madea.
Rebel and find out *****!
When I lay this piece upon ya sis!
Nobody ruthless as this!
So dark and faceless, ya would think…
I was made in the abyss.
Made something out nothing,
Big bang up in this!
I sustain, pull the clip.
Like Rick James, I’m the ****!
Cold blooded, **** the simp.
Yes I made it, I admit!

Coked out chollos,
Cringe when I hear em say yolo,
Sirens ring out,
Uh oh here come the popo,
The supposed superheroes,
That is till they be tempted by dinero,
Eating out the hands of monsters,
Whose the real bad guy? Al Pacino.
Want protection pay the mobsters.
Wondering the difference between that and our tax dollars?
Don’t kid yourself brother!
Politicians are the real Godfathers!
Where God is replaced by the almighty dollar.
That could turn a scholar,
To a Rottweiler.
A sharped dressed deviant that wears a white collar,
But instead of being arrested they are honoured.
Left feeling sick to my stomach,
Watching this union between cops and robbers.

Living in a reality where dark knights get annihilated.
Matched the profile,
So, better prepare to be violated!
Don’t matter if all your life you’ve been docile.
That **** don’t matter when it comes to hatred!
Where tragedies like the green mile,
Happen every other day!
Justice is dead,
If it ever really lived in the first place!

The Bear's Paw
standing at the bottom of the hill
guarded by psychedelic sandbags
filling in the cracks opened by the daily pilgrimages of sheepdogs 

King Kong cries
his battery acid caught with it's guard down on the wrong side of town
bearded vultures, pecking his ears in the rain
and his chin setting down a towel on a **** beach while people touch each other,
everywhere

Pol ***
reeeeeeeeeeling.

hundreds of millions of tiny microscopic parasites
dancing in gaggles while a 140 year old dog lies dying,
slowly steering his magic carpet through a stratus
of lightly spiced sausages

The Popo,
all the gear but beached like blue whales on the wrong end of a tsunami 
lions have played backgammon for a thousand years around this watering hole so tell me why
after so many famous moves
would they get bored now?

old man, with tobacco eyes and a homemade pool cue
his dancing demons his own and his chin working from home
you can't win them all but if you hit the ball with conviction 
you might just catch onto the coat tails of an incredible journey

King Kong has been divorced 3 times and has never met his kids
Daddy Kong packed a swimming pool with watermelon's when King Kong was merely a glint in the milkman's eye and told him that he would DANCE
WITH PINK DOLPHINS
because he was the fruit of the pangolins 
and that's what pangolins were born with the right to do

tobacco eyes eyes the black
the parasites swipe right, go on dinner dates, then give birth to 10 baby parasites in under a minute.
the baby parasites grow hair,
learn to ride bikes,
travel the world,
then settle down.
sand-pit. wax roots. cheat.

before you've even squinted to see the next train,
thousands of great great grand-baby parasites are getting dressed up for their first day of school
all in the time it takes
for a pint of Guinness,
to finish ******* ITSELF.

LOVE, in every stain on the carpet
a lifetime of 10/10 potatoes
shirts, tucked in - just like it says on the rota
stories of adventure and death traded in phone boxes with infinite shelves and shipping containers loaded with questions

answers always the same - 
same ****, mate
different day, mate.

The Bear's Paw
standing at the bottom of the hill
old wooden door wide open
love stained carpets buttered to the edge with the marmalade of the free

no King Kong's, 
no pangolins,
no PINK DOLPHINS.

just microscopic parasites
and loyal sheepdogs
who have travelled across a thousand fields 
sat waiting to bewitch you with their tales