'Wassup? ' Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

'Wassup? '



'Wassup? '

They brag about their college degrees,
And what they've got!

'Hmmm, okay.'

Where they travel, who their friends are,
And some entertain in fancy suits...
With cravats.

'Continue...
I'm in the passenger seat.'

And how better off they are...
Than those who have not!

'You see...
Right there?
That's a no no! '

But,
Why are their beliefs,
Crumbling like dried leaves.
And 'if' they are so smart...
Why are their lives falling apart?

'Man...
Enjoy them fools like I do!
Their whole lives are based on plastic.
They can't see their fake forests,
For the melting of false trees!
Some of them have already predicted...
Their sick point of views are coming to an end!
And their 'god' is going to burn this stuff up.
In a ball of fire with all of them.

Check this out...
The economy is nine trillion, not million
But trillions of dollars in debt!
Over a war for oil.
They all now regret!
The dollar bill ain't worth a damn.
And all I wanted was a taste of it...
When I got back from Viet Nam!
But I was ignored,
Like a sugarless yam!

Those holding their noses up in the air,
Can bearly afford toilet paper.
But still they flaunt about in public...
With pretenses and 'airs' with flair!

You 'caint' walk down a street in suburbia,
Or any community ever heard of...
Without seeing foreclosure signs like welcome mats!
And when I use to drive through one of them...
I'd be stopped for just being black!
That's a fact!
And ain't too much changed today from that!

And those folks who talked about,
Other people being 'stupid'...
Because of skin color,
And the way they looked?
Can now be officially declared...
The most 'stupidest' people on the planet.
And most of them are professional crooks!

'Here..
Take a right on Disclosure Avenue! '

Hell...
I'd scream 'FIRE' too!
If all that was happenin' to me!
And I don't need a degree...
To observe that in front to 'see'.
The arrogance and hypocrisy!

You can dropp me off right over there!
I ain't trying to upset my peace of mind...
While you trying to fit into this atmosphere!
And remember this...
You are the one that declared me crazy,
Years ago!
And here you are...
'Still' on your way there!
Don't let me hold you up!
I see you like to travel the scenic route!
You can either take a U-Turn...
Or a left on Release Me Street! '

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