I just finished (or not) this. There’s an amalgamation of influences and inspirations. There are numerous wordplays and double-meanings. As it’s been hard to decide where to end it, I’m going to leave it as is for now. It may get a retreatment at some future appointment:
Beat
Beat down, beat up
Shot down while you shoot up
Fifties, Sixties, Sixteens, anon
Where are you, where have you gone?
Word on the street is you’re going to own this
Street on the word is you don’t even know this
From the source where the dirty river flows
To the greatest works of Pablo Picasso
Melting pot, melting snow
Now we’re proud of what we don’t know
Rapping on the door
Writing on the wall
Dancing on the floor
In the midst of it all
You seem proud to be beat down
But a beat is all you can hold down
Hold it, hold it now
Slaughter that cow
But don’t eat it
Hold the meat to the wound
But don’t bleed it
Because it might bleed you
Postscript: Go chew your cud, now.
(C) 2008 Joshua S. Murray
Thoughts?
