Smack That Thunder Off - Poem by Noorie Ali
Thunders will come thunders will go
Bad time will come, and then good times will roll…
Bundles of joy, bundles of coy at first…
Person is Modesty tall but low, but very high if decorated with a lie. Those amazing eyes rolling with disguise.
A good time out, a bad time out.
A disaster’s time out
A good girl bashing a bad boy bashing
Everybody is a lash out
For crying aloud! What is this?
Fighting down the ally’s
Around street corners
So much for the blood bath donors
Why so much arguing?
Selling coke, selling dope, so many smack heads
“WTF” why you crack heads?
What is the point of you pleasing your stinking habit?
So many chances, for changes, but for some reason you hate to grab it.
So many rackets!
Malicious addiction so much friction, your gut stinks and your teeth so white with that yuk-muck.
Hack it hack it, try to smack it. Out of your blood steam, out it goes.
That maliciousness, those stung my body parts them snap my lungs in half them black smoking routines, lack of hygiene that foul-smelling urine.
You evil Urchin you’re making me pucker on that stunk skunk!
I want leave from that horrid stuff that Yuk –muck that vain mess them smack heads snuff!
So “Please” no way! That re-struck.
Do not re- appear oh my bad habit go away
I pray you walk away, please say your not here to stay
Do not stain or re- frail me.
I’m as week as a string of cotton wool,
Now, I am not a tool, no more which fools.
I go my own way; you go your own way.
Good-bye bad habits disappear!
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