Rhymes of of a Sociological Nature.....A Poem by Andrew N. FarrensInspired by the robbery and shooting death of an old man in broad day-light in a well-known city park......Stockton's homicide rate is out of control.Baby, I tell you Oh yes, it is tragically
insane and irrevocably mundane But I really
cannot think of any other way to refrain From getting this
bad craziness off my congested chest But I’m not
passing the blame I know what has to
be done, the end of Karmic fun Staying true to myself
keeps the things inside my head sane We all know the
old saying that pain Is weakness
leaving the body and like a junkie kicking the habit, But, baby, it’s
so damned hard to be positive In a city where
you can die for simply wearing a gold-chain A place where you
really have to worry About some
emotionally crippled youngster’s murderous game And y’all can
speak about prideful stupidity But sure as
Kazinsky is my alias name These weak-minded
“gangsta’s” are going to have to kill me dead If any sort of ill-gotten
monetary profit is to be gained So, go ahead,
shoot me with that gun But you b******s
better have practiced your aim So that the job
gets done.....right I wouldn’t experience
a meaningless death Under the full
moon of an otherwise dark night But until then,
my misguided young friend, When such danger
is within my sight I absolutely
guarantee that Drew Kazinsky
will put up a fight Yes, this very
well could mean that I might die Such behavior,
though, I do not consider suicide I’m just
protecting what is mine In this insidious
City of Stockton, The filthy Mudville
of the two-oh-nine (209) Andrew Nicolas Farrens West Stockton, California September 23, 2012 © 2012 Andrew N. FarrensAuthor's Note
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