Black Poetry : Toe Jam

Amun-Ra

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Feb 15, 2001
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Dallas
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Sales Management
Big Mabel called me up
said meet me at Motel 4
so I jumped in my Cadillac
without even opening the door.
wind whistled across my baldhead
tricked out Caddy, pimped, and laid to the side
I'm driving about a hundred and five
thinking of Bertha with them legs open wide.
I bust through a nine-inch door
using what I'm holding in my hand
and I leaps on Big Bertha's cooch
spinning motion like a six-blade fan.
She rolled like a one-arm painter
so I decided to give her a special treat
that's when the covers slid to the floor
and I smelled them funky feet.
I stood there humping' the air
while I tried to catch my breath
and when I saw them crusty toes,
I grabbed my draws and left.
 

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