Money, Marbles or Chalk

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


MONEY, MARBLES OR CHALK

 

I broke our deal, ol' meestah meestah-

 

I put two and two together,

(and all I gots for my

troubles was the troof.)

 

Whattum I sposed to do wit dat, anyways?

 

You and me, we coming to blows real soon, meestah-

You can grin all you wants to;

You can laugh yerself to death if you feel lak it,

(You ain't werf scrapin off my shoes.)

 

I takes to eatin' your dirt in spells,

you nasty old goat-

You thinks yer so cool to fill

a man's belly up with lies,

Yer thinking days is coming to a close, brother,

if I has ta wipe the blade off myself.

 

What you does to me ain't gonna matter no more,

But you does it to my family all damn day,

And I's tired of you eatin' up my spirit, meestah meestah.

 

I'm movin' what's mines

to places you ain't nevah been,

 

And we gonna be fine,

And we gonna shine,

And we gonna drink wine,

 

And we gonna be fine,

And we gonna shine,

And we gonna drink wine.

 

(And I's gonna live like a man

whose werf ain't connected

to the price of cardboard.)


Submitted: February 04, 2021

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