Friday, April 17, 2009

Will's Last Testament

Will's Last Testament

Grasshopper/No this aint Mr. Miyagi and Daniel-son/this is a grandfather’s nickname for his grandson/it only bothered me during my teenage years/now I laugh when I talk about it wit my folks over a few beers/and my pointy ears, hears a lot of things being spit at my character/whether its out of love or whatever/few people you know match my caliber/yeah that was some arrogant-ness/that’s another quality to include with the rest of this mess/the ingredients include/two cups of selfishness/ a dash of crude/a teaspoon of rebellion and a quart of rude/5lbs of stubbornness/4 cups of ungrateful/a tablespoon of insecurity/but not one ounce of hateful/a gallon of loyalty/a peasants share of royalty/a few sprinkles of sensitivity/and wavelengths of annoyance-y/a couple pints of nonchalant/and shakes of naïve/instead of questioning those close to me, I choose just to believe/a splash of heartache/a puddle of passivity/a creek load of mean mugs due to inactivity/bad posture, attitude/occasional family feud/clique clashing/domestic ridicule/green eye allergies/honey-less bumble bees/canine contusions/bad news coming in threes/physically fragile/mentally shook/get second-degree burns when I pick up “The Good Book”/impatiently patient/stagnant and stuck/deer in the headlights of an on-coming truck/full of cuss words/anger makes me brave/I often wonder what phrase would be on put my grave/proud uncle/blessed father/not really a boyfriend/only tv relationships are odder/love my son’s mom/I want no other/and though he going thru some thangs/you know who is still my brother/I no longer pacify grown folks/and I expect the same/if you seek handouts from me after years being apart/please forget my name/I gotta lot of work to do on myself/and I recognize my flaws/but I’m not done by a long shot/so, please hold your applause/and huhs, ahhs, what the, and aw man’s/this is an E true Hollywood story/dedicated to all my fans/my life aint all bad/just not as good as I wish/the recipe for Willie P should be one hell of a dish/my pops wasn’t always terrible but he was never like a father/more like a cool ass uncle to look up to when your real pops didn’t bother/that’s the real truth/no father son moments sitting on the porch/no legacy to look up to/no passing of the torch/so I had to develop my own sense of fatherhood, using available means/dysfunctional pops like Al Bundy were like kings on my tv screen /being a father to my lil’ brother was strange but at the time necessary/discipline instead of heart to hearts at the time seemed necessary/now I’m struggling to connect with my son like dr. huxtable and theo/cuz mr. meaner is the only type of father that he know/don’t wanna be considered a pushover by old schools, with outdated parenting tools/so I often overreact when he breaks the simplest of rules/no physical abuse/just my heavy voice is enough/to break down my mini-me while trying to teach to him to be tough/he’s very similar to me when I was growing up/played by myself often/never said too much/he don’t do the stanky leg or say “bruh” after every other word/and most of that stupid shit he has never seen nor heard/that’s by design/cuz I saw it growing up/and still do to this day/so what if I offended you/let the chips fall where they may/you can’t have conversations with today’s youth, cuz you can’t understand what they say/fuck dumbing down to their level/who’s the adult and who’s the child/would it bother you, if while I typed this/I had a constant smile/I’m so unstable/but I hide it well/this 5’5” frame is just a little cell/imprisoning the bad thoughts and feelings that could shatter fragile frames/so I play internal games with the fragile names/but my biggest fear is being lonely/so please consider this tirade as done for entertainment purposes only.

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