[up from slobbery]
up from slobbery
hip hyperbole
the soles of black feet
beat down back streets
a Yankee porkchop
for your knife and fork
your fill of freedom
in Philmeyork
never trouble rupture
urban space fluctuates
gentrify the infrastructure
feel up vacant spades
no moors steady whores
studs warn no mares
blurred rubble slew of vowels
stutter war no more
Written by Harryette Mullen
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