speaking of band names: ghetto bubba

on the way home she says
let's have a dance party
my disappeared friends
will be there.

so we turn the tunes high
wave about , bounce
chair dancing like her gramma
did in the day. like todays.

monday is doll day.
friday is mall day
sounds like breeding
american babe ay

soon summer will come
the pool's pull will sway
the cowboy kidnapper
will be put away.

we'll kill him eight times
with a gun made of rhymes
next week he'll return
with a bowl of green chimes.

we use playdoh a lot
make fresh fish we can catch
with our disapeared rods .
we feed disappeared cats

and the ones we can see
we feed them fish too
cut the heads off for me
they' cry with a loud mewl.


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ok so ghetto bubba

you know he a redneck
but he be all hanging down
low belt to the last hole
and them jeans still be diving.
no jiving, he got a knife
on his skin wen he ten
 his daddy left home
way before then.
 but he came back see,
he be  running pills for free
for his old man, o g
for ghetto, o for omg
wat is this you tryin to be
tj showed me a video
yesterday of a southren baptist
preacher dressed in a butternut squash
polyester suit and his margarine tinted haired
wife singing a bad rap with the refrain
jesus is ma nigga to the people
gaping open mouthed across the interwebs
and there on tv. not to mention
the congregation. and i thought of bubba
taking a nickle bag to school
then fighting the teacher who caught him
i thought of bubba failing to grasp
the concept of security except in the breaking of it
bubba on the borrowed microbike, downing
a beer, heading off to fish the polluted marsh
on the lee side of the landfill.







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well, you know what i mean.
it's a hard luck life.
i wish my doll partner five hundred
more innocent days if the math is right
that should take her safely into
next decade since we only come here mondays.