El King Of The Hood
he ruled the hood
with an iron fist
drug money
is honest money
he told his two year old
whose mother
he beat
to keep in line
he was the king
of the hood
until he met his fate
nel the cops
didn’t shoot him
they sent him to the pen instead
ninety nine years
with no possibility of parole
slightly better
than the permanent hole
until someone did just that
put his lights out para siempre
with a can
of refried beans
swung inside a calcetin
a tube sock
is a mighty equalizer
wonder how he’ll do in hell
2 Comments:
Hola Reyes,
Am just back from EP. Was able to read all of your chapbooks in the UTEP library. I enjoyed that very much. Many of them, especially the best, I had already read on your blog. I never did find a comment on the article on you I sent you. I am hoping that means it is okay. I might change a couple of small things based on what I just read. But I must send it in today, so if you want any revisions, let me know muy pronto. A belated happy birthday.
Su amiga from afar,
Bernadette
Never did get the article.But thanks for your interest in my work.
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