Billboards

I'm fucking Mike Tyson

when it comes to gnats:

I fucking hate'em, 

wanna kill'em all,

eat their children,

and so forth.

Quite disagreeable, indeed,

and I tell Jesus

"ayo Jesus, forgive me,

nah mean?"

Sometimes I call him

"hey-soos" and imagine him

to be ethnic brown

and bearded,

like God.

"Fuck that", my homies tell me,

"get that quid"

they call it in England,

but it's also called "paper"

"cash" and clear-as-a-bell

"cash-money".

"Mafaquer", my mother says,

"get with the program

and materialize your big business, then"

and I'm like,

"damn world has no compassion

for dudes like me,

but I'ma show them."

And I imagine all that

walking down the street about to do something

and this dude walks by

coincidentally

wearing a shirt saying "gansta"

and he's the messenger from God,

that stupid billboard mafaquer.