Walk The Dog Poem by Butch Decatoria

Ain't it all damn-glorious!

A beautiful morning to you

Mr. Velvet suit

Softly breezy too

What bout bamboozled

Mr. Velvet suit on the street

That damn corner foo,

Looking for your boo?

Mr. Velvet suit

Your babae making babies

From sexy jazz to city blues

Diminishing cool

A little bit more sad

The only lone piano

(Black crescendo just a half key, so b-minor)

Mr. Velvety is an entrepreneur

I doubt he'll sue her

That girl he got all dressed up for

The sweets

Mr. Velvet suit's candy

Shop

Holding down the bizness

The Streets!

Mr. Velvet suit's company

Don't he dress all nice for you?

A bright summer morning

This here tiny corner of a bruise,

Of a great wide world

Sin City and Mr. Velvet suit.

Good morning!

Niggah pimp.

He Escalades as I walk

The dog

Looking for tricks…