Night of the Water Boys
by P. Jackson
When Melissa's Prius comes to a stop.
The concrete sharks smell blood on the block.
A tsunami of Aquafina, Jordans and dreadlocks
They see her quiver and lick their chops
Melissa fumbles frantically to lock her door
But through her windows they come in fours
Trusting bottles in her face
invading Melissa's personal space
A terrified waif in a savage land
"$5 FOR TWO GOTDAMN!"
Her eyes water!.. will she survive!?
the price for taking the wrong exit off 85
the horde hisses, their snarls growing worse
as they slink and slither closer to her purse
Oh Melissa, I bet you rue the day
you rushed out the door without your pepper spray
the light's still red, it's a hectic scene
on MLK boulevard no one can hear you scream
You can honk your horn, whimper and holler
but you're better off giving Larnell a dollar
In fact, it's best to pay them all to scatter
and then you can gloat that black lives matter
but of course we all know Melissa you're full of manure
and you were scared to death of those young entrepreneurs