Six Feet Six Poem by Rue Palmer

yes the dead is buried
and the hood is full of pain
tears is all over the lane
and there is no love to share,

I cant talk to the dead
so if turn to my poetry
looking in the eyes of my brother
who is standing up for his own vibes

so when you put the dead to lay
open your heart for the pain, for you
can cry, but it is still pain, rain will still fall
and the sun will shine..

yes we are going off with revenge
for we know who did it, and so we find
our self hiding in the thoughts mad voices, ,
running around with the one pop loaded
looking to pop a cap in heat, packing like a rat
ready to hit the ground flat, here comes the Hearst
black cat stacks in packs, white sheets cover casket.
gangster knee deep six feet six hell bound in chains
lay to rest in grief sorrow it is all done..