Free boats off the Sudan. 500 x�s.
Look left/ poetry floating and going so far away but nowhere
is leaving an no one is falling so leave and fall
and break an see that life is not yo toys from fifth grade/
sand- Box, pretty sand-box, petty problems heaving home an stolen
glance on the telephone make me uncomfortable
bitch play those games somewhere else i�m not rich.
I don�t have time fa this/ pop bellies and tellys off cus TV�s a joke
/ no no I wont go/ u chose this station/ u chose your living situation/ now/
mommies not paying rent and daddies not lending cigarettes so get a job just don�t grope
the employees this time an wash your hands u filthy rat son of a bitch I hate you/
an I hate telephone conversations that go nowhere. I�m hanging up�.
if you�d like to make a call please hang up and don�t try that same person again.
.if you�d like to make a call please deposit a dollar eighty five for 3 minutes�.
if you�d like to make a call go home and pay your phone bill cus I tried to call to leave you a message that said get over it.
Cus i�m already there. And I�ve already made that trip/
up that alley/ down that road/ through the bush/ forward never straight/ no turning/
no edges/ no railing, hang-ups, intersections and
telephone calls that go nowhere cus i�m not driving with a cell phone like the rest of America/
get off the road you sloppy bitch/ take that sauce somewhere else/
not in my country!!/ while the coffee spills my lap burns and i�m looking back
to the kids watching a movie and my
husband eats his big Mac and the crispy kreme drive thru says
are you ready ma�am,
are u there? Do u know what u want? NOOOO I don�t so let it Gooo!
/ oh shyt I yelled at the dive thru voice. I�m going crazy
i�m letting go/ i�m slipping letting loose/ my caboose don�t fit my jeans
and my braids are turning into dreads / am I ready for college cus i�m hangin up an still hearing dial tones flying
through my head./