Marvel at tha Jargon (A jazz poetry piece)

By: Khimmyj, 2004 (government name: kimberly r. jefferson)

Marvel at tha jargon.
Such spectacular vernacular.
Psychobabble to unravel
The twisted dreads
On
Yo’
Nappy
Head.
Brain dead,
Been breast-fed
666 oun-ces
of
Contradictions
And
Phantom menaces
Since the genesis
Of Man.

But overstand, baby. Overstand.

Marvel at the jargon.
Made a bargain
With the devil,
And the metachlorian levels
Dropped from astounding
To nearly empty.
So, I’m livid!
He’s preempted me
From strut-ting
My stuff in
The -----
Human
Race.
Now, he’s ‘King Tut-ting’
In my place,
And this
Interstellar space
Between his sympathy
And my plight  
Is rapidly expanding
Like the dark mystique
Of Miles’ Tunisian Night.
Overstand, baby bubba. Overstand.

Marvel at tha jargon
The formidable adversary
Is pretty scary
With that crossover.
Gloating,
As he bossanovas
On top of me,
And unbelievably
The referee
Seems to be
Intentionally
Ignoring me
In my misery.
Did He not see?
Damn, look at all those
Flagrant fouls!!

Magellanic clouds
And an attentive crowd,
Poised proud with
Words kinetic
As I wrecked it
With a dose of prophetic
Aesthetic
Medic.
Prior to my exit,
They all marveled
At tha jargon
While Thelonnius
Made the moment
C
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p
a
s
e
t
i
c.

Khimmyj23@yahoo.com


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