i wrote this after driving home from work.. Down on ****** avenue , the streets are cracking ,the sidewalks are oozing,Old store fronts are now littered with debris, grafitti,along with bars covering the glass protecting tvs made in the 1980s by the japanese. Homeless sleep in the ooze,complaining how the world stopped caring, But I think its the other way around. Whites and blacks mix this street up, mostly white , Too bad their pants arent tight,theyre falling off there ass, But I guess thats what they call class,down on ****** avenue. Race has nothing to do with this mess, This pool is just filled with sess, Loaded with cracks, who just stopped trying to hack it. To make duckits,you cant say fuck it, Let someone else fill up my bucket, and while their down there they can suck it. Thats just plain rude, not the kinda 'tude I like to see. Work hard and one day someone will deal your card. You're not a fucking retard, use your mind, and while your at it be kind and stop being blind, and eating those nasty pork rhinds. Well theres a start,doing something healthy for your heart. I know I know its tough to part, But I think you'll notice a decrease in farts. Show your love to this street,It will come back to you, Quit layin on the corner and stop your snooze, I'm not out to get you, or trying to send you to the zoo. Just pick up after yourself, quit being a fool. While your at it, get a tool, fix the sidewalk ooze and sweep up that debris, No one said this would be a breeze. I'm gonna end this with a stay away from the sleeze on the corner,who will give you a disease that would make you sneeze for eternity!
When i read the title I wasnt really expecting much. I really enjoyed the first half, it sounded elegant and gritty. Honestly though, it seems like the entire poem just fell apart around the time "suck it" popped up. Loved the first half though
