Holding Court

We
The Monarchs
Royalty of poetry
Masters of loves purity
Leaders of reality’s beat

They pay
Royalties
To our presence
The cart blanche
Menu of expressions
We release
For public consumption

Hear that clapping
The sounds that caress your ears
Her girl six voice
Girded with my
Barry White style

How could you not
Bow down
Understanding
We are the denizens
Of the upper echelon

Whether
The kingdom of
Poetry
Loving
Life’s living
We continue to hand
Royal edicts

Voiced through our
Destiny to remain great
Hated by haters
Consecrated by enemies
Abundant anti royal ness

No matter
As we are
Warrior poets
So don’t get it twisted

Right cross
Round house
Hack and slash
Forty five shell casing
Fragmentation grenade

We can scrap
But royalty doesn’t have to
Do that




From the chocolatezeus collection 8/5/08 ©