“Missimemissifree.” © 2004 Dope Dialogue (excerpt)

“Missimemissifree.”

I gots’ the blues

Looking for warmth is like being a wood roach

Liven’ in a hole in the bottom of  a wooden statue

Resembling Buddha in a graveyard

having that sarcastic conniving

smile for vandals that says,

“Please Don’t steal me.”…

            I know, I took a statue like that one time that filled my home with bugs, bugs, bugs, bugs, bugs on the floor, bugs in the refrigerator,

Bugs flyin’ thru’ the air, bugs, bugs, bugs in my bed, Bugs, Bugs, bugs crawlin’ into my ears on the side of my head

Whispering,

“What do you know about being Dead,”

I gots’ the blues

Worn out like an old pair of shoes, dress shoes,

wore these shoes many miles, many mean whiles, wondering “Where is free at?” after I spat at that old man in the Cadillac, (The Landlord) who kicked me out because I hadn’t paid rent in weeks, and the apartment still stinks, so I’se drinks now;

so whats’ ye’ thinks’ about that-

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I gots’ the blues beggin’ like a drunken’ bum for mun-ey just to buy a forty ounce of ale on the streets surrounded by voodoo,

Like the preacher who is the long lost cousin’ of the liquor store owner, and the undertaker is their father an’ dey’ all only live 2  blocks apart in a small town I know of in the middle of Nowhere

called “Missimemissifree.”