For All Happy Mules

  by James Bennett

I got 2.2 pounds of genocide
in a taped sack tucked down in my backpack
on my way to the back alley drop spot
CIA funded, black owned and operated
urban villager turned mule
I can remember a time when just say no was cool
back wken books filled my locker
back when I stayed awake in class
Now late night rooftop lookout
is full time, not white or blue collar
if I keep if up then it'll turn orange collar
youth house 90's brand
just like Tyson modeled
Mike Tyson I mean
Back to the substance
in a taped sack tucked down in my backpack
The stuff the 12 scientists cast out
when they sent their caucasian creations to the mountains
now I roll down Broad street
bringing it back
The couple dollars in my pockets
put these sunglasses over my eyes
50 dollars to shut out the wrongness of my acts
guilt escapes every time I pull out my wallet
but this 2.2 pounds of Black anti-vitamins
gets heavy
If I just dump it in the sewers
the loss of my life won't save any crack babies
but the completion of this delivery
brings about more polluted clouds
only the blood of government agents
can make the clouds passover
the blocd of Reagan can save the Egyptian sons of urban Giza
I promise I will never sniff or smoke this stuff
but when I give Shaheed his package
the same two block radius drug kingpin
who hides his, I think Black ass
behind a locked metal door
the money with the presidents on them
who by the way are laughing at me
makes me know that sorry to say
I will carry another
taped sack down in my backpack