Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
I done shot dope, been to jail, swilled
wine, ripped off sisters, passed bad checks,
changed my name, howled at the moon,
wrote poems, turned
backover flips, flipped over backwards
(in other words)
I been confused, fucked up, scared, phony
to a whole / lot of people.
In one way or another?
Enybody else wanna cop-out?
Written by Etheridge Knight (1931-1991)
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