Gotti Style
21st Century
I can spew words like John Gotti could
To the Mafia. Like a fast chugging train
Engine, wheels grinding on hand laid tracks.
Unlike Gotti though, my spew don't bring
Forth "Death's Ghost." Unlike that train
Engine, I bring no smoke.
Only fire will rise under the politician's ass
To make a more suitable change for those living
In poverty. Now, I hear lecture after lecture
Of this white power bulls--t and I think of
White's in poverty, there is no power there.
Shunned and let known that the poor push no
Damn words to the rich greenbill scouters
In congress. I think words should be used carefully
But somehow this mind rotates to anger and nasty
Words reach to the peak of my tongue.
When I see a schoolteacher who will not get a raise
Of dollar change living in poverty, my tongue
Loosens. When I see a mentor trying to bring about
Change of behavior in a young man or woman's life,
And then the mentor is let go because of lack of
Funding, my tongue loosens. When I see a politician
Decking another woman instead of his vowed wife and
That adultery is entertained and my dollar bills pay
for his tush to lie on fine linens in a house built
For a family of 50 comfortably, my tongue loosens
Like John Gotti style.
Yet, I advocate. No black steel trigger pulleys
Do I need? No "Death Ghost" comes to visit.
And, that "Black Hole" everyone talks about
Describes a sad child with bare feet, dirty clothes,
A hungry belly, suffering congress's cut backs on
Nutrition, Nurturing, Education, Role Modeling,
And the Equality of Life.
DayPoems Poem No. 2314
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2314.html">Gotti Style by Beverly Bishop</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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