Comp. poem 2 Comments welcome

[mickey_one]

Rap for Cohen Comp.


I’m the guy who the federals seek
Don’t giv’em my name and don’t you squeak
I may be old but I’m still sprightly
S….ing Anjani three times nightly
I wear my shades and my dark blue hood
Them bitches back when called me super-stud
I shot two tellers in Lower Peckham
One looked like mickey, the other like Beckham
I move around by underground
Hiding from the light ‘neath a wall of sound
I carry my ‘heat,’ a snub nosed shooter
Nothin’ like my old man’s hooter
Give me the chance to steal your money
I’ll be gone in 5 with my Hawaiian honey
We work as a team and I’m her bagman
She hits the notes while I distract’em
Leaping counters, grabbing cash
Catching up after Kelley’s stash
Left us broke and down at heel
Printin’ doodles to pay for meals
We hit a shop in Hampstead Boro
Got some help from mickey my bruvver
The getaway car was bashed up Trabant
Had its own smokescreen and just one oil-lamp
We cruised the hood for several days
Hidden behind our purple haze
Eating fish and chips and curry
Takin’ our time and in no hurry
Cash to spend and time to lose
Getting used to my elevator shoes
Hit a ‘shop’ in Cricklewood
Took nearly 10 thousand, feelin’ good
Found a safehouse very soon
A basement pad and a clean bathroom
Settled right in with a moll called Paula
She lives in Penge with a lovely daughter
She took me to her local bar
She got me drunk and she went too far
I woke next day still full of gin
We couldn’t get rid of Paula’s grin
Take me down and take me slow
I know where the good vibes go
Spend it fast and spend it crazy
Our next hot hit will be in Chelsea
We hit it once and damn near blew it
Number two should see us through it
Faster wheels and a stretch to ride in
Blacked out windows for us to hide in
We’ll take the train across the town
There ain’t no Fed goin’ to take us down
Jumpin’ tracks we got no fear
You’ll see our dust as we go clear
Cross the Channel and keep our bearins’
Next town we hit will be cool Berlin
Henning says there’s cash to be made
Setting up our bootleg trade
It might be crap and it might be tawdry
God I wish I was back on Baldy.

[Alan Alda]

This here rap is a total Hoot!
Makes me wanna shake my Boots.

Really a fun read...again, I have the opportunity to play mental-music while reading.

Laurie

[lizzytysh]

I laughed all the way through this and thought, "Well... this could easily be the winner," but couldn't be sure as it was still so early in the game. I loved the forward movement of it, with all the shocking stops along the way... and the ending thoughts of the relative peace to be found on Mt. Baldy [not to mention its potential as a hide-out]. Paula and that grin... .


~ Lizzy

[Paula]

Who dared sully my good name

You wuz robbed should have won!!!!

Manna S****ing = shagging

[mickey_one]

Who dared sully my good name

You wuz robbed should have won!!!!

Manna S****ing = shagging

Paula -wash your fucking mouth out.

[Paula]

You see Michael that is point exactly there is far too much gratuitous swearing going on. My name was besmirched and now you are fucking swearing at me. There see what you made me do!!!

[Manna]

forgot about shaggin'. But still. I did like one this a lot - more than my review would seem to indicate.

[damellon]

Paula
This is becoming a regular response from you when you get frustrated. I thought you were getting treatment? Tried to bale you out last time but I don't know - the planned swearfest didn't materialise. Maybe if we go ahead with it this time, you could get whatever this is out of your system. Want to talk civilly about it?

[Christine]

Hi Paula, I'm still chuckling over your old man's hooter line! Too funny.

I carry my ‘heat,’ a snub nosed shooter
Nothin’ like my old man’s hooter

[Paula]

Hi Christine - I did not write this peom. The writer has not yet stepped forward.

Damellon I did have a small amount of treatment and as soon as the threapist (sic) is feeling better we are gonna start again its a mild form of tourettes

[Joney]

I liked this one, would love to hear it rapped.

[Byron]

I liked this one, would love to hear it rapped.

You have my permission to have it 'rapped' at the pre-Barbican get-together. I shall be 'cat and teddy bear sitting,' chez nous.