"Hey, pimp,
I ain't fooled.
You ain't never
been cool
despite your
shiny, freezer burnt
ensemble
and the badass
persona
you wear like
a shitty prison
tattoo.
You're the
manifestation
of all the worst
impulses
of amoral capitalism
and atavistic masculinity.
You're nothing but
a goddamned slave owner,
and shame on
anyone attempting
to glorify that
wretched ugliness."
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Could not be said any better. Awesome!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteWell that's told him. Now to speak to the thousands of other badass pimps. Great monologue.
ReplyDelete"You're the
ReplyDeletemanifestation
of all the worst
impulses
of amoral capitalism
and atavistic masculinity."
Amen I second that!
There's power in these words, Buddah. And they flow.
ReplyDeleteWell put across, with rhythm too.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteA strongly-worded poem. Love the words, hate the emotions... I think, you'd understand.
ReplyDeleteVile creatures...I would like to say what should happen to them but it might be too scary for the faint hearted:)
ReplyDeleteSlave owner, exactly. How pimps ever got glorified is beyond me, apart from the brain dead worship of cheap machismo that permeates that mindset.
ReplyDeleteAnger spills from this poem, B.
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