As I watch u sleep and hear u snore I can't help but adore
Just a child who may not be mine, I feel the love and obligation as it were true
Oh how I envy you, innocence I was once told
Is so pure, its ******* gold
A dead beat dad id like to beat dead
Doesn't care about one hair on your head
I may not be blood but ill give you my best
Give you rasberries and tickle your baby chest
Feed you and always care, your like a son to me. Ill always be there
I love your mother and you as well
Your gunna have lil brothers and sisters from me. I can tell
Your the coolest ******* kid I ever met
One thing I know ill never regret
Is being taught to be a dad, by lil dev

Black cylinder, clear skylight creamy center
rasberries or cherries, frozen strawberries
this is a color for winter
red cheeks coming in from the cold
mini switchblade with the blood of my enemies
this is the girl at the party happy alone
stubby legs stuffed into tight jeans
the observatory's great circle lens
the last stick of gum in the bottom of a purse
and at the same time the ruby the queen wore
twelve dollars for .15 onces
the weight of five quarters turns into a dime

Fruit flies feasting rasberries,
I watch in the dim lit kitchen only few hours before dusk.
Ponder as I'm watching,
how am I getting back home?

Im the sweet talking hard headed man who never bedded your woman after we gone to macdonalds but I saw a movie with arnold now hes the mayor seemed to work in my favor.
I make gold rain i know it hurts but thats a good pain I make you rich with out even trying  why you cryin I ain´t even shyin away from my fame like a million dollar baby born with a silver spoon now tell me thats not shady
cause it ain´t son.
I´m the one you been looking for the one you been seeking for the one you been reaching for im the golf ball in the air so yell fore! cause I´m there.
Mother ***** I´ll never be a trucka when I got rhymes like dimes which take no time to fight some illegal activity.
I put suckas in cribs cause I make dem weep like kids now run home and **** on some **** Im a million dollar baby born with a silver spoon for *****.
I´m the best son cause all I do is have fun. Can´t touch this you know you want this too hot to play with you too busy making barbeque, ON MY CHEST.
I´m ******* hot not like the rest cause I spit seeds from rasberries and I know she carries blackberries but I don´t want those no more fo show. Ya know what I´m sayin.
Just to prove it doesn´t matter how you act as long as its fact that your having fun, dont mean to shun with offense in any wrong tense I said with some words that if I played the guitar I´d play you some cords but I can´t so I end this rhyme with some swords.

DOWN DEEP IN THE GARDEN

I love getting down deep in my garden
Always plenty to find to down there to do
All my vegitables and seeds to sow
And merigolds keep insects away too

I have my own secrets re propergation
How to have all down there simply thrive
Companion plants to plant closer still
And others to keep all down there alive

I use a lot of my mothers older ideas
still as good as away back then I say
All about herbs and endless other things
That are great and still work well today

What and where to grow things what not
Striking bulbs and different cuttings too
Whats best potted whats better in beds
Planted in old wheel barrows a good few

I love climbers but never near the house
They get into places and hard to prevent
Better on a trellis away in the garden
And once grown then all can be heaven sent

When using manures best only in dry form
Clumps of Daisies Red Pokers Or Cannas too
Great in damper corners to grow at leasure
Along pathways Pansies and Violet so blue

Nothing like a spot down the back with the lot
Gooseberries Rasberries well potted to grow
Right out of the way a Mulberry tree
Down deep in the garden peacef of mind to know

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

a "hard" brexit means: what the americans call
the 2nd amendment... and frankly: also the 1st.

so i tried to figure it out,
if i could get away with it -
in full public view...

put a knife into my pocket -
length wise?
   i'd have to repeatedly stab
someone to **** the person -
or perhaps i just have
deep pockets...

never mind...

        it actually is illegal to carry
a knife in public on
the streets of england,
but, hell... **** it, let's give it a shot...

walked into a supermarket,
took a litre of whiskey,
a beer and the following:

a bramley apple,
   a lemon,
      a discount packet of rasberries,
and a packet of sushi...

then i strode out,
sat on a public bench beside
a roundabout at collier row,
where, almost in ear-shot's length
a black youth was stabbed,
and began eating...

entrée? zee himbeeren...

peeled the lemon,
carved a slice of the bramley,
lodged the knife into the apple
in full view of the public,
opened the box of sushi,
took a pick at a fat juicy
slum-bug of rice with salamon
on it,
   placed it on the makeshift
lemon and apple pizza sideways,
dashed some soy sauce onto
the rice...

     and?

                wham bam, thank you m'am -
face like a ******* gerbil.

of course the meal was interchanged,
the smaller sushi pieces were
only eaten with wasabi,

      and then with the larger ones:
ditto,  but with pickled ginger to boot.

the remaining apple that was leftover
became an "digestif"...
   while the remaining lemon
     was used to wash off the scent of
fish off my hands...
subsequently juiced up hands
          were used to rub a ******...

and the knife... was perfectly in full
view of the public...

i could have been ratted out,
but then again,
this is essex,
   probably the only sensible part
of england;

but that's how you eat sushi
in public...
       and mind you?
  that lemon + apple combo.?
  not too bad, i have to admit.