POPO’S COMING

Spotted the POPO

I hung back

I could see the wheels a ‘turning

Oh shit, he is black!

No, wait he is that N

In Negro or that other word

We like to say

Fuck-it, that cocksucker

Is going down today!

I could see it now

Things going awry

Sure as shit, my blackass is gon' die

His foggy breath in my face

Adrenalin squirting through his veins

Finger itching

Eyebrows twitching

Yearning a reason

To dig into my chest

Or, pump bullets through my brains

He’d say it was fear

I went for his gun

Deadly force was justified

Even though, I was on the run

As in, running away

No threat, I was posing

Just not choosing, to stay

And be a victim of his deadly wrath

Or, another bloody statistic

In his wicked, treacherous path