A SPIRITUAL SLAM POEM
I love the Devil
he’s cool
and you wanna know why
cuz that mutherfucker
can walk around
like he ain’t got a care in the world
like he ain’t gotta worry
‘bout a motherfuckin' thang
nope
his
cool
calm
collected self
just walks around,
walks around
weighing which scene
can be seen
through his cool,
calm and clocked eyes
he carries. . . so casually.
Nah, the devil is just cool like that
cuz he can walk around
shooting himself into
people here
shooting himself into
people there
like a fuckin' drug he is
making crazy mutherfuckers
rob
steal
and cheat
when all the while he gets off. . . scot-free.
That’s a cool cat
that can do that
and that’s why the Devil’s cool like that
cuz if it weren’t for his
cool, calm, and collective ways
I wouldn’t know which way
to follow. . . in the mist of all his sorrow,
so bet
when I see the devil
walking around tomorrow
I’ll just tip to his hat
cuz I’ve decided that
I just can’t hang
with that cool cat.
©07/00psr