Thursday, March 4, 2010

I Wish I Were In the KMA Club

Survival and The Art of Dissembling
By Nordette N. Adams

I wish I were in the KMA Club.
There's a couple of people I'd like to tell,
"Kiss these black cheeks and kiss 'em well!"

I wish I could say like Bernie Mac:
"I ain't scared of you MoFos!"
and not look back.

I'm too old for some of the crap I take.
With a KMA card I would not have to fake
being so damned amenable.

When I roll through town and see the Circle K
I dream of a Super Lotto payday,
where I suck my teeth at all who suck,
say go to hell, make it rhyme with luck.

I wish I were in the KMA Club,
so I could revoke a jackass's pass,
so I could raise my skirt and shoot the moon,
yell "Go to hell!" with a little less class.

© 2010 Nordette N. Adams

2 comments:

msladydeborah said...

I have probably been a card carrying member of the KMA Club throughout my lifetime.

I usually say something like-kiss the left cheek of my a** to make the right one jealous. I have many ways to tell somebody the KMA.

Vérité Parlant is Nordette Adams said...

:-) Yeah. But I'm pretty sure I've said it more times than I should have. LOL. There are all kinds of ways to say it and people usually know exactly what you mean no matter how you sugar coat it.

Good to see you.