Black Poetry : Shug Knight & The Rap Torn Apocalypse

[Mario William vitale]

the water lies beneath a brook under a bridge
their are frogs under the embankment
among the marsh there’s a sloppy mess
twisted chords of ivory line the trussle
i stand alone frightened but yet alive intact
this is the dream I had among fallen elf drop soup bowls
filled with the residue of cheddar in its taste

as we listen close to the river we stand still & deliver
Poindexter the black cat comes out in heat to neck
reflections in the pale woman with a shawl
bristled in her hair and in the lining of her teeth

Shug Knight & The Rap Torn Apocalypse

Here’s a little story that needs to be heard
about an old couple who lived in the hood
firecrackers blazing outside there window pane
folks had insisted the couple was insane
take heed to the reader as best as you can
the old Oscar man had a definite plan
fine capabilities blown up in desire
would play his Sly & Family Stone song, “Want to take you higher”:.
his wife was a clean freak wanted everything neat & tidy
at night the old man used to show her his hyney
nothing phony when they were both broke with no money
they made a journey to O.T.B trying to get the honey
in time they would both shine like an ivory tower
busting moves even if they had a hip replacement
yet this story gets deeper then ever before
when in a drive by the struck old man Oscar in the left eye
now they must confess that some of life was a great test
they then spent most of their time huddled inside
no more painting the town and shooting pool
they lived by a different type of rule
folks we need to take it all in let me begin

yesterday was such a simple game they used to play
awe but then let’s face it its easier today
you can always occupy your time with a fine wine, dine & sixty nine
kick it to the curb as if you have heard
those sensational voices with choices
never did the old couple grow apart
even when the old man let out a fart
it was a brand new start when he got shot
made that homeboy think a lot
invested his time with love seeking a new vibration
together they both his the golden age of 100
it isn’t any wonder all those sweet thoughts that they discovered
many folks today like to work undercover rather then to discover
love was the essence of their meager existence let’s learn to shun each resistance
at every circumstance we can all learn to take part in the dance
with second chances that your higher power advances
so the moral of the story is love in a song
it advanced Rodney King’s philosophy, “Can’t we all just get along” ?
Like Slick Rick I like to tell a nice story so why I even worry.

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