Not So Fast Stupid Poet Dudes

Collaboration with Aytch Rae


A bowl, water, bits of blue rock and a fish
Ma can I get a dog? No.
Now shut up and take a shower
Change dish dances on a speaker
Plate hits the wall, Turn that shit down!
Johnny sniffed his socks and smoked some pot


Piles of pennies placed in the poker pot
the fat kid Tommy brought was a sweet fish.
After four hands he was down
five bucks; they’d laid out all their slick tricks, he was no
wiser. Perched on a visqueen wrapped speaker
Lily peered over Fat Kid’s shoulder, a green card-shower.


Playoffs are on, screw the baby shower
You’re going, so grab the crock pot
Can I watch on my phone if I mute the speaker?
No, and besides the lil’ smokies, were bringing Swedish fish
Jimmy’s text me scores and you can’t say no
Fine, carry the stuff to the car and I’ll be right down


Tommy asked him to play and he was down
heard Lily might be there, made sure to shower.
Offered her his spot; she smirked out, “No.”
Pinched closed between-button gaps over his pot
belly. A tree house gamble, they used to play Go Fish
and whisper secret messages through tin can speakers.


Hushed crowd waits for the speaker
Lights in the room blink and go down
He thinks of dinner Saki and raw fish
Outside, it’s spring time and a brief shower
Crowd agrees, the country is going to pot
Room full of the party of No.


Fat Kid tried to chat her up, she pulled no
punches. He should play and pay, not speak;
he could flush the swing set days down the pot.
Fat Kid clammed up, kept his head down
what a wuss, this was no baby shower.
She had to scram and go fry other fish.

No one has written down all the stories. The world needs
Needs a speaker who showers down truths
throws them all in a pot and fishes out beautiful lies