The man accross the street is cursed.
Last week he has lost his wallet,
And he never had it back,
His dead son's picture went with that.

As he walked his dog to town,
The lead broke, started to run
A car has been speading up,
The dog cried out it's last bark.

His wife cheated him three times,
She left him their only son,
He never got a divorce,
His heart is now really broke.

All this because of his Mum,
Who is a witch on the run,
One day he drank her liquor,
And he never heard from her.

I heard whispers that women
Doesn't mind a bad omen,
If it's her son she's killing,
She doesn't mind, she's evil...

I really don't want to meet
The woman I mentioned here
Better avoid the trouble.
Her poor son will recover.

data
all arranged collimated
in neat rows columns
speading sheets all laid out
on rooftops with SOS
written in red paint calling hecilopters
help us it says
water is good unless it inundates
and is ***** with sewage and the government flies by
looking but doesn't do it
before it ends there are accountants
adding tallies costs against lost lives on
a white sheet a
gamma line
going steadily up to the right corner
of a clean paper sheet maybe a posterboard for added
emphasis
etchy red line exponentially  rising up up away
in that line are lives against costs the government
sitting on markers
red crayons calculators
basing missions against costs like lives are expendable
how much can we spend for a bunch of creoles or  ****** in New Orleans,
someday white folks you gonna be the minority.
I'm
red
I'll rate in the minority
no matter what.

By: Cedric McClester

Woman oh woman
The rumor’s going ‘round
That I’m being treated
Like a circus clown
Cuz you been speading your good stuff
All over town

Woman oh woman
What am I supposed to do
Despite the rumors
I’m still in love with you
Should I go Lightnin Hopkins
And get a shot gun too
Or merely tell you baby
That ain’t no way for you to do

Woman oh woman
Do you dare deny
Then tell me to my face
Such a barefaced lie
All I want is an answer
To that time-worn question why

Woman oh woman
What am I supposed to do
Despite the rumors
I’m still in love with you
Should I go Lightnin Hopkins
And get a shot gun too
Or merely tell you baby
That ain’t no way for you to do



Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016.  All rights reserved.