Or Maybe (chaotic nut energy)

Do something productive
Go climb a mountain
Go run for Congress
Go preach for progress
Go do something else

In places where cases of violet races
The roses are wasted like vinegar tasted
It’s not on the face plate—it’s that base state
Where home plate meet home state

But I don’t know, hoe
Maybe it’s just channeling a nut
Maybe an alligator got stuck in a rut
Or maybe that freaky-freaky slut
Got it stuck in her butt by a bird or a mutt
And she’s watching her own smut

Or maybe
She’s a half-Mexicano five foot nothin’
“I’m a mac daddy soprano”
Tight like a gordito burrito—;
She’s mean,
She’s clean,
& I’d munch that bean
Like it’s the last damn Lean Cuisine in a luxury limousine
Oooooh wee si, si, mamcita
“Donde esta la leche?”
Got me huffin Spanish like its cold as ice

Or maybe;
Or maybe she’s a hot-top slop-top oven-mix bread crumb
And she lets me come; come from the humdrum
That’s that primal courage—come son
Imma teach a little “some some”:
When she bad, son, look her twice none
Pay the price, son, or get your dice run
Or get your ice run

Or maybe
She the baddest mama south of 40
Little shorty with the back popped—Lordy
Like a dump truck with the back pumps
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
I be wet just thinking about her
Damn I give her 4 more, too
& damn she fine for 42
& she bad too, hoe know she packin