junkman

[Doreen Peri]

dat damn junkman
gots da funky junk
for dem punks
wheelin'n'dealin'
it, powder 'n' skunk,
blowin' dem birdbrains
up, heads splatterin'.
dat fat cat's stinkin' up
da hood, jumpouts
grab da goods, smack
him down in da slamma,
take a mugshot quicker'n
crackin' a hamma and
i beena damn fool, too,
chasin' down da blues
when dat damn junkman
had me in a noose
thought i'd be a lifer
for a time, but i been
released to rhyme
about the crude
muthafucka, bleed
my pen insteada
firin' up a rush -
such is fate
ain't it great?
da man's eatin'
state grub, wearin'
a jumpsuit and i'm
writin scat songs
for a loungeclub,
laughin' with
the tippers

[Doreen Peri]

voted my best or favorite or something like that poem of 2008 by me. thank you.