Hey Guh, Can i Publish On Yo PC?

Unable to find an individual with a computer
Our protagonist journies to the local libaries
However his technology was too advanced
For Auburn Avenues operating machines
Once again He would need a flash drive

Flash drive purchased
Our protagonist once again returns to Auburn Avenue
To publish his 5th gospel
This time however he was plagued with
Faulty internet
Running out of time and unable to even
Move beyond the search page
Protagonist appeals to the front desk clerk
Apparently the wifi had been slow since Sunday
“Due to the construction,” he says
Unable to advance online and
Unable to acquire more time
Protagonist was forced to resort
To other means
Perhaps…an unlikely alliance
Between strangers


Hey Guh, Lemmie Brrw Yo Flash Drive

It had been a year and some change
Since his last gospel
And through all that time
The editing process had not gotten
Any simpler
In fact this would begin todays
Set of dilemmas
In order to graduate past
The first stage of editing errors
Our protagonist
Would have to search and find
A new computer to send the files
As his decrepit dinosaur
Was not up to task
This would require the skills
Networking & Public Communication
Two skills our protagonist hated
Had access to in spades

An East Point Tale Trios

Met a king once
Standing a top a castle
Only a boy but
His PWR soared above us all
We could only look up in awe
Two of heaven’s Maddest Angels
Reigning over Atmosphere and Ocean
Kneeling to the king of Neely Avenue
If i was a coach i would invest
If i was a teacher i would test
i am a God so i blessed
Guided correctly his reign could extend
Beyond avenues to mountain tops
Towering over us all
Neo Timbuktu

An East Point Tale

As i turned the corner
Williams Ave & Main St
i saw her
Tall and slender young thing
Next to a grandmother
Talking at a car
Wanted to be respectful
So i didn’t stare, kept it movin
Next second i heard screechin
Smelt the rubber burning
As a blue car sped past me
Turned around, behind me
Slender was missing
Leaving behind Grandma
Starring dazed in the streets
She told me her story
How she got robbed
Then asked to use my phone
So she could call the police
I’m an all around goodfella
But i have rules
Numero uno
Don’t fuck with the police
So had to deny old gurl her request
Her chi felt more like a villain
Than Slender kunoichi to me
i know her kind well
Christians who preach god
But do not honor the gopels
Maybe this was her karma
Returning back to her
Only the universe knows
But i stand by my judgment
i stand aside

Shit From A Distance

life is like walking down the street and seeing death come in the opposite direction
if you turn around now it’d look suspect
so you keep walking
with each step growing older
getting closer to your demise
along the way you think about what to say when you get close
maybe something witty
you’re really just hoping for a quick nod
and to not be interrupted
but death is a talker
she wont let you get away that easily
i’ve yet to meet her; death
but we’ve been walking towards each other for a long time now and
im beginning to see her silhouette in the distance
its shapely, curves in all the right places
then again, my vision has always been…


It wasnt the waiting that irked him
More so the not knowing
Not knowing what fate the future held
For better or for worse?
It was as if
Some celestial was sitting on a cloud
Toying his destiny between uncaring fingers
In any case, the best strategy was to wait it out
Not that he had much of an alternative