Meat
by HFagelman ~ February 22nd, 2012. Filed under: Poetry.Out on the street
Hands in pockets clench fat cash
Strangle the life from each bill
Eyes poppin’ on Presidential faces
Thumbs drummin’ on wickety sheets of papers
Here size does matter
As elsewhere the
Thicker, more cylindrical cock you got
The more you get respect on the block
Cash is more than king
Its the only thing that matters
Gotta put 22’s on the g-ride same as putting a
Baby grand in the lobby
All about the stash here nothing has changed in millennium
Worship is still in full effect
The deity is Dolla’
Looks, brains, talent are secondary to the meat in your pocket
More you got the more you get
Period
Hard to sell hard work and dandelions to demons
Hard to say the street aint nothing but a wasteland
Down here the truth is a clear as the zeros and ones
All about the cash Baby
All about the cash
Rip it, earn it on the back, sell the smack or tax motherfuckers
Really don’t matter
Its a microcosm of the glitterati
Instead of mansion it’s Dolce
Instead of karma it’s what you get
Instead of love its loving things
Like all the temples that have been raised for the greenback
We blow through town
Lock our doors and drive a bit faster
Street flashing by and by
Head home to MTV and Survivor
Money isn’t everything unless its
Everything
©2009 Harry Fagel