The old man went to sleep finally
and fell into a dream.
Bright colors.
Saucy soundtrack. Tight ironic script.
In the dream, he be dreaming
he was a seminal hip-hop artist,
the original gangster, the Notorious O.L.D.
Think Samuel L. Jackson lip-synching early Eminem.
With Biggie Smalls’ golden crown like Trump
in his third term.
You feel me, dog?
Decided to call his first album
To What End?
Titular ditty played on repeat,
a sonic loop from hell.
Went like this…
To what end,
I must ask myself,
Whenever you want me.
To what end?
Maybe mumble a few motherfuckers on the back beat,
wherever that is.
To what end?
Whenever you want me,
I must ask myself,
to what end?
Then the colored girls in leopard-skin bikinis twerked.
Whenever you want me,
I must ask myself,
to what end?
The cops were busting in the door
so he jumped out the window
pants in his hand
and fell and fell
and fell….
Then he had to take a piss.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAz6mnyYd8w