Shorty
I see what they cannot.
They are trained,
and, I am not,
yet, I see what they cannot.
That’s why Shorty sells the drug
that’s on the one.
Out in the open, for all to see,
Shorty, without shame, disrespects me.
Yes, he politely speaks each time I pass.
But,
he buffs his Lex, and, makes it shine,
then, laughs at the Malibu that I claim as mine.
New Chucks, big bucks;
vintage wine, and, a brand new vine,
Shorty sells the drug that is on the one.
Anonymously tipped,
with names, and places, and, dates, and, faces,
those who are trained
cannot see what I see.
Yes, I see what they cannot.
They are trained, and, I am not.
Therefore, from the rising moon to the rising sun,
Shorty sells the drug that is on the one.
copyright © 09.07.1997 blackstarr
