Peace. I'm a poet out here in Atlanta and I go by the name POETIX. I published a book of poetry named "VERSATILITY: Verse Art-Illery" and I put on a reading in Atlanta called "Psycho-Dialectic: Poetry For The Prose" every Tuesday night. For more info you can check out my page(Address at end). I really dug J-Crow and Third Degree. Poetry is the new weapon. . .If more of us learn how to use it. Thanks for the opportunity. I hope they're not too long. They're both from my book. Respectively, chapters entitled "Jezebelian Journeys" & "Songs 4Da Souljah."

Psychic Pimp: For The Finger Pointers

Let it be known, that all compassion has been thrown,
To the way side along with foolish pride
Because the foolish hide
	But I intend to collide
		Head on, head strong
			Play me?!  Shit, bitch ya dead wrong
Fuck your tears
	Bitches come hear this here
Bitches come in pairs meaning they come twice
To make the come any less would not suffice
This pimperís paradise, but also be a psychic pimp vice
So I play these hoes like dominoes right
Femme fatale foes I dispose of by fives
	10 selfish strokes for a 5 dollar hoe
	15 pimp jokes for a 20 minute show
		And oh, its most definitely a show because I taped the hoe
Nothing you can see, taped privately in 3-R-D E-Y-E,
A minor memory, fuck you gettiní you girl its all about me,
But this is merely the result of a societal ill
	Years past safe sex being a padded head board
		And a bitch on the pill
We must travel to the source of what put us on this course
The catalyst and detinating force
	Of this bomb day of disease and divorce
Was it in our nature or their Nat-Ur-Al Ap-Pal
I mean,
	Its chicken or the egg
	Who fucked up first the pussy or the third leg
Adam the poor soul had no control over the mentally erect
Because in sex, nothing makes sense unless youíre limp!
The come correct strength and abstract aspect
	Of the Psychic Pimp.
In the beginning one woman deceived so now they all bleed
And give birth after their wisdom bursts
Something theyíve grown to be proud of now
But a straight up punishment at first; a curse!
Whatís worse, is that they still practice and rehearse,
	What put us all in an awaiting hearse in the first,
No joke when they approach, disguised and cloaked
With their panties soaked,
	thereís fire usually where you see smoke
And that fire burns so condoms are worn
My heart would be torn if my first child was refused the right to be born
Looked upon with a fatal feministicly fetal scorn, forever the X-man would
mourn
Psychically I see all that exists even her past
Her lovers, plumbers, and suckers from her first one to the very last
the hearts she left trashed, the pussy checks she cashed
The dicks in her mouth, the come on and in her ass
I see her long line of riders walk up along side her
This jovial Jezebel seeking new Jimmy providers
The one night stands, fuckiní me, my man, my man, and my man
The Psychic Pimp pictures and figures fellow dick delivers
Pounding her moist surrounding
	So tell me how you hoes sound when
You cry respect me, when last night it was sex me
There ainít no doubt as to what youíre all about
So donít even pout when I come in your mouth
Be the clever instinctively vindictive bitch you were born to be
Or play Phoenix and rise from the games
	A Black Queen and get with me.(end)

                                     POETIX