Black Poetry : THE PRINCESS & THE DUKE

Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by AACOOLDRE, Jan 25, 2016.

  1. AACOOLDRE

    AACOOLDRE Well-Known Member MEMBER

    Country:
    United States
    Joined:
    Jul 26, 2001
    Messages:
    2,447
    Likes Received:
    364
    Gender:
    Male
    Occupation:
    Teacher
    Location:
    Michigan
    Ratings:
    +400
    THE POEM: DUKE & QUICK FEAST @ THE TABLE


    The Food was set on Quick's zodiac round table with a black pit bull at his feet.

    They began to eat and drink wine that was sweet.

    Eating while the Pimp's singers did their chant of a horse's steed

    Until our belly's were full of all want and need

    As soon as we had finished with the meal

    Duke brought out all of his secret papers for Quick to conseal

    Now if one hair on my head is to suffer any harm

    You know where to mail the letters and sound the alarm

    Princess Delilah and the Prince will not remain in the dark

    Because all of the light will shine on the beast's mark

    Ha, Ha, Ha, catching the devil is a jolly nice Lark

    I will give you Justice with a 400 year head start

    Master see me catch a coon

    Then see the Donkey kick him up to the moon

    As his father used to say their was a Coon on the moon

    They can pull the trigger on me and this I do dare

    Then expose Frank's poems and pictures of his little white mare

    Who was of under a breeding of an Emperor's age

    So dont try to off me, X me or put me into a cage

    Because me and Quick like the chocolate Goblet all on a stick

    While the Emperor is something else and selects a different Vanila pick

    With your eye's red glow as the sun of my protection

    I slip in Quick's pool room to ride his horses and achieve a mental erection

    And they did like Lazarus and oiled down my feet with perfection

    I felt like I rose from the icehouse dead and won a Machiavelli's election

    One day I'm going to climb aboard a ship and get a real Lady dressed in white

    Not a fake princess deceiving as an Angel of light

    And now I know the difference between a Princess and a Whore

    I'm simply an all the way lover like Shakespeare I could have loved and bought U Moore

    I write poems to create an Atomic Bomb of a Nuke

    I Your deeds where too hot and too cold to eat and for that I could spit and puke

    So What makes you think you have brought down the DUKE???????????

    notes: Go to the short story section to read the story from which this is based

    THE END: CURTAINS
     
Loading...