-- Kill, Kill, Kill
by Miguel Pinero

Fired last week man was I mad. I don't mean angry
or pissed off I was mad. I wanted to grab the boss
and the foreman by their red necks, and kill, kill, kill.

So I jumped on the elevator and bumped into my
case worker who said that he was taking me off
the rolls 'cause I was working, and that you people
think you can get away with anything. I wanted to
snag him by his $50.00 mod tie, and kill, kill, kill.

So I crossed at the green with 60 others and the man
gave me a ticket and said that was to serve as an example
to the 60 others. I looked at his badge and wanted to kill, kill, kill,
but I looked at his gun too.

So I missed the express and took the local, sneaked
home passing Mikey the groceryman, Tony the
liquorman, the numberman, and Louie the loansharkman,
and all the other eternal bill collecting men who I just wanted
to kill, kill, kill.

I ran into Rev Willy the preacherman who told me
that the poor box was to put in and not take out
like I did Sunday, so talking like as if I was a rich man,
acting like I was a poor man. I ran into Mr. Goldman
the social workerman, who said I was not under-
developed enough, or culturally deprived enough
to get into the projects, and besides I was working, and
I wasn't on welfare. I wanted to take him and his
never ending legal folders and kill, kill, kill.

So I busted the key in the door and stepped into
Blackie's dog shit, and wiped it off with Junior's
baby diaper and that was full of baby shit. So while
relaxing I told Gloria of all the shit I had been through
and she said I was full of shit, I said I wasn't
bullshitting, she said that I wasn't shit, I said that I
didn't want to hear no shit, she said that I still wasn't
shit . . .

So I grabbed her by her fucking neck and threw her
ass across the kitchen table and she went flying over
the living room table and over the rest of the unpaid
over priced furniture landing on the over worked bed,
and I jumped in the air with the scream of an Apachi
warrior's cry of battle and I kill, kill, killed . . .
All my troubles away.