King of the Jungle

Donald R Barbera, 2001

Forgive me if I not humble, when words start to rumble, I’m the baddest in the jungle.

but lions are loquacious, for someone so bodacious, that’s why I slap their faces

with a heavy communiqué, that keeps them in disarray.

Making monkeys chatter paragraphs, I be leaping over verb giraffes

with my presupposition, wthout any superstition to complete my juxtaposition

of sentences, phrases and prose, even forgetting the elephants knows

I’ll ride him like Hannibal; being lexicon programmable,

saying anything imaginable, ‘cause I’m a declarative animal,

growling when chimps be spittin’ lame, trying to compute the game, but it’s not the same.

When they rag out bustin’ sexual, can’t spar with blows ineffectual

with no capacity to go toe to toe, hoping to catch up with the blow;

making their position precarious, when I’m nefarious, a known word terrorist;

lambaste with straight in the face, slap a gorilla upside the head,

make him wish he was dead. Was it something that I said?

Don’t misconceive, if you underachieve.

It’s all adolescent, prepubescent, you need an anti-depressant

soothing these crunch body blows, where it all shows, but who knows

what they’re saying? I don’t be playing.

With words in disrepair, mine shine like a solitaire.

I’m a jungle conglomerate, and that’s why I’m dominant

over the monkey and the chimp and the nappy head lion too,

because they all be in awe, force them to raise a paw

and know I’m a word legislator, and that’s just my nature,

to reenact as a matter of fact skills, drills and will fulfill

the rest of the verbiage story; without a worry or hurry

where, others masquerade, in the word parade, displayed

as highly prophylactic, trying to be didactic, but mostly anticlimactic

because when it’s all in place, there ain’t no extra space

for rhinos or zebras to fuss, they just get on the bus

because they all know I’m-----the Rappapotomus.