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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

Old Man Wu (memories of an old gangster)
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Old Man Wu
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Was a mean sonofabitch
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Who used to hang around down in Chinatown.
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Once or twice we was askin’ for him
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‘cause Jimmy, see, Jimmy wanted to see him.
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But the chinks tell us
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That the motherfucker had gone over to ‘Nam.
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“Crazy sonofabitch.” We said.
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“Motherfucker’s gonna get a bullet in the head!”
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“Our boys gonna think he’s the fucking ‘Cong”
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“The others is gonna think he’s Ho Chi Fucking Minh!
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He’ll have that place in a week, and we can set up a racket,
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You boys like Vietnamese casinos?”
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We all laughed, and forgot,
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About Old Man Wu
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But sure as my fuckin hat is black
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Two weeks later who do I see walkin’
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Down the street in coolie town?
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But Mr. Fucking Wu:
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Sandals, robes with dragons and shit,
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And that goddamn black paper hat.
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Always had that damn hat...
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So one time me, Jimmy, and Wu
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Go outs to some new fuckin restaurant
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And these broads Jimmy brought
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Just wouldn’t shut the fuck up;
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And Mr. Wu, he didn’t speak a word a English
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He’d fly off the handle you even asked him.
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So he’s takin all this shit,
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From all the broads talkin’ to him like a little kid.
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“hel-lo. I Bar-bah-rah, this Tee-na”
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He don’t say nothing, just sips at his water.
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And then the bitch points to the table and says:
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“This tay-bul. Can you say tay-buhl?”
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Mr. Wu, no words, just gets up and lays her out.
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Just a big fuckin backhand slap across the face
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And then he nods to Jimmy and leaves.
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Jimmy’s pissed, but he don’t say nothing
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Thinkin’ that’ll end up hanging
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Like a duck in a chink shop:
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Feet tied and head cut off.
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Wu woulda done it too.
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Someone got him not long after that...
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Middle of the day and some punk kid
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Comin up behind him and Bam!
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Shoots him four times,
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In the back...
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The fuck is that? In the back...
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That real gangster son of a bitch deserved better...
 49
I miss Old Wu though...
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Sonofabitch...
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