MC Samson sits outside on the row's front stoop <br />Watching the slow buses go by... one by one by tedious one... <br />Breathing in the poisoned particles of carbon waste <br />Before they can be deposited onto his concrete lawn... <br />Praying for a possible cure to his infectious afflictions.... <br />He turns his head to cough for some needed anal relief <br />When he sees within his very limited peripheral.... <br />AKA Solomon approaching from the Parishes alley <br />Gargoyles follow him whispering about transgressions and such <br />Snickering with gothic glee at his weak knees... <br />Solomon's hands are lodged in his pockets steering his stick <br />Some beef salami still stuck in his golden grille.... <br />Flashing that brilliant smile for the cameras and the secret police <br />He takes his seat next to his friend and former lover... <br />The pigeons squatting overhead on the upper ledge <br />Eavesdropping.... <br />As the two unpredictable men...plan what to do <br />About Brother Goliath... and his obvious attraction for little boys... <br />Where is a Snoop David or Missy Delilah when you need one they thought... <br />A coo cool pigeon cooes from above.... <br />From your mouth to God's ear is as far as this goes...it coos <br />When a slow bus pulls up to the curb and finally stopped__ <br /> <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/catholic-boys-in-the-hood/
