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Plug your box in the wall and it gives you power stupid!
by Johnny CrimsonKentucky slider off there see
Filled up last two weeks round this way
Well Bob Kruk and me bes' believe
See us two then round this here corner
mind our proper when this here beast
Call it man what u have u
This here beast come round and just looked at us
real creep like ya know
Just starin' all devil as hell straight smack at us
ya know
Reckon Bob and I shoulda high-tailed ya know
He did
I went'a followin'
I tracked this sucker on through the woods and what not
Next there thing I know he's fucking dead girls in the creek
Boy I tell you what
Messed me up round back and hell again I tell you what
WHAT DID YOU DO NEXT SIR?
Well I ran of course
Reckon I ought be crazy not to
AND WHAT OF BOB?
I told you he followed em' into the woods right?
NO SIR THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU SAID.
Reckon I'll be headin' home now
SIR ARE YOU BOB?
I just love kids
10/17/2007 Author's Note: "So my mother was Puerto Rican a little bit.
And my father was colored a lot.
And we lived in a great big Jewish tenement building.
In an Italian Neighborhood.
So when I would come out to play.
They'd be like get em' he's all of em'."
Richard Pryor
Posted on 10/18/2007
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/18/07 at 03:22 AM The quote sums this thing up nicely. I like the short story energy that runs through this. |
| Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 10/19/07 at 03:31 AM I don't know why, but this kind of reminded me of The Sound and The Fury (only this made more sense) - which is a good thing, of course. Awesome piece this is; nicely done. |
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