Comedy Poem
As I slumber serene
My mind ventures between here and the consciousness supreme
It is here thoughts and memories convene creating scenes of the in-absolutely obscene
Picture me…
Cruisin’ down the street in my ’64 on a yellow brick road
with a couple of hoes in the back seat spinning straw into gold
My passenger was Leroy the last Green Dragon
Readin a Playboy getting off to pics of a pink ranger toy
On the west corner actin coy was the wicked witch which I used to employ
Standing with the chick was Lilo and Stitch eatin fish and chips sippin on a cauldron mix
Before they could dip, I flipped the whip
Easter colored candy dripped (chop and screw) off the paint
“Time to skate,” said the skanks.
They jumped ship into space
On some speed racer ish
I flipped the rocket switch that I thought so I could handle the sitch
But instead I was tricked
Apparently I hit the button that my engine into pixie sticks
The hoes stopped spinnin me rich to get a sniff
While they was diggin on the dust
Me and Leroy was still in a rush to catch my old sluts
Then I saw Santa’s sleigh parked in the cut next to us
With nothing to discuss we hopped on and yelled Mush
In a flash we past the atmosphere
We were passing Mars when my ears started to hear
The reindeer gasping cuz they forgot they needed air
“This aint fair,” Leroy declared,
“We might as well go back to pimpin the care bears.”
But he was unaware that I was well prepared
With spiky yellow hair
I powered up to super sayin 8
And flew off to resume my paper chase
But just before my face to face
I awake in daze with dream erased
(2011)