WHAT’S ON MY GRASS, POOHDOG?*
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Between the lines you see what you are, a dump you placed right outside your filthy s-come
Right there in front of your eyes because they are stalkin’ your safeplace to be their kingdom
Without the power of wisdom or knowledge, idiots and morons screw on curbs or in the mud
Wanting the morality of a roach and rutting boar in a mid-summer pool of my killer’s blood.
Anyway you look at the comedy of life in front of your eyes, you live in a ghetto so #MoveOut
Get the For Sale sign on the front lawn and show your house when it’s turned into a box bout
Intruder living in the space near the roaches and rats, ghetto where they were born to welfare
Food stamps, Women, Infant Children (#WIC) and much ado ‘bout a pile of scat on my lawn.
Suddenly, right outside of your front window, ne’er do wells without employment, screw dads
That girlfriend was someone’s daughter that I could not defend other than getting my defense
Of my property and the trespassers who picnic because they have no cents and want all yours
They got built by county welfare department to get big enough to rob us of our proper cents.
They want what we own for free, they heard America was the home of the free and the want it
My stuff is their stuff, as they’ve been taught to take it all in the ghetto or you’ll be a bit of chit
If you’re not the dominant One on the block, concealed armed & dangerous, you appear prey
Then at the moment deadly force is required due to fear for safety of property and life, I say!
Before you bid adieu and leave the petri dish of your amigos, amigas and the ilk left by germs
Give tribute to the ancestors who allowed my presence to complete the mission of the worms
Breaking into and through the crust & gas of this Earth, down to the core of flaming, fake fire
To warm the liquid and keep it from becoming as cold as ice and kill the DNA forms of pyre.
Concealed hands, feet, elbows, knees and skull from the vacant, no neighbor, no hoodie fool
Came from a ghetto city, rat infested roach homes, deep inside of a lateral ghetto, stamp-food
If you can’t work because your welfare check/ food stamps are gone, y’all be just chicken fried
So, you stalk the innocent, naively finding the end of your breath’s heartbeat, bad DOG died!
Didn’t know the prey was indeed a predator in check, with the power to annihilate your beats
Whatever you thought the thumping sound was before you met your maker, that wasn’t teats
Since your mama abandoned you at birth and you never got one, much less two, you evil dog
Spelled backward the word itself #dog is just a #god spelled backward, forward, it’s real, Gog!
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r j j stephan, i
c. August 4th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST
{ took a stab at drafting this piece straight out of the hood in the #Highlands, where neighbors live in a garage, rut and relieve themselves on your front curb and lawn! Now, I’ll listen to some #WARtheBand on youTube to celebrate my application for a #CWP. . . youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WJMAzHaPaOU #OUTLAW #wordUP }
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