Months later I entered it in a poetry contest and it ended up published in five different books.
Guess the joke was on me.
You are white and wet
Creamy and rich
You come from a cow
Plump udders so full
You could squeeze wit your fist
Keep my bones strong
Does a body good
Sexual advertising with lips stained white
Cold and refreshing
Heavy cream, half & half, skim & whole
Let's not forget chocolate the favorite of all
So much can be said about this vitamin D
Enriched creamy nectar.
Wandering through Montreal
Fitting in as well as an elephant in a church
Passing by a Saturday white wedding
As Spiderman breaks it down on the sidewalk
Complete with silver pants and Michael Jackson moves
Free concert blocks the street, as some homeless beg to eat
Passing through a park with a statue
Covered in a whitish green glow
Courtesy of the native pigeons
Freaks, geeks
A ten foot tall pimp in pink
Stumbling round making his sax scream
As the thirty foot blue shark drives past
Lost in a tide of skyscrapers
Foreign parking meters and a rubber chicken
Out of the city at dusk open fields with cows
Chrome churches line the horizon
With the last glimmer of light
Dancing off their peaks
As we reach the border back to our homeland
Reflecting on this strange dream like day
All for Cuban cigars and strip bars, but
Worth it nonetheless.
American justice changes from day to day
We still don’t know who killed Jon Bonet
Wonder how the parents are anyway
When mommy’s got some issues
Daddy’s got some dough
It sure is magical how magic Johnson
Has been magically cured from aids
And does anyone care if Sponge Bob is gay
Bin Laden still been our white whale
But at least Saddam’s not out on bail
Can’t figure out who killed Pac or Big
Yet DNA from a pig farmer in Alabama
Can solve a murder in Florida from ten years ago
And if the glove don’t fit you must acquit
These are the words of wisdom from Johnny C.
As the world watches the witch hunt
Through the gates of Never land
But never through the gates of the rectory
It sure is fantastic how R. Kelly can stand trial
For his urination fascination
Or how Martha Can go away
For some shit that happens everyday
Media scape goat to hide the truth
What happened to Jam Master J
And who the hell did shoot J.F.K
Scott killed Lacy he didn't get away
Cause his bank account wasn't big enough
To cover the check his ass just cashed
Cover ups, Conspiracy’s, money, & fame
As we all watch, and wait
For the truth that lies beneath the lies
Hidden and wrapped in alibis
All caught in this twisted lullaby
As we turn a blind eye
Guess ignorance is bliss
And only God knows why.
T.V.
POETRY
