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Edisoned [1920 slang]

Just when I thought today

Was beginning to become a frog's eyebrows

Preceding the gansters episode

Surviving the Chicago lightning

And getting out of that dump

It bacame a Chinese angle

When hearing 'Grab a little air'

I get sapped with some nutcrackers

Then a couple of bean shooters

Are forced to my head

I then find myself in a pair of nippers

I've been pinched

I am sent over to the club house

I made [Kevin] a git-box player

With his mouthpiece

Aiding him to dust out

Must have been playing his git-box

At one of those beer flats

Places where he can play to make spinach to live

I also made this ladyleggar [Michelle]

With a couple of oyster fruit strands around her neck

Possibly paying off protection money

To keep the heat away from her establishment

It appears these flatties sure enjoy

Shaking down these joints

I pipe a couple of flappers in silk stockings

I pipe one of their slips was revealing

Want to tell her

'Hey it's snowing down south'

I couldn't, I'm too far away

While leading me down the halls

The flattie informs me

That they have the goods on me

I should get on the blower

And call a good lip

He leads me to the Coney Island

I know I'll be edisoned

Few moments later they give me the third

If I don't sing they'll give me chin music

Each time there were two gumshoes respectivly

While in the Coney Island

The first two were [Matt] and [Tony]

Then [Rick] and [Mike]

The third set of gumshoes were [Pete] and [Drew]

Each of this six seems to be father time

Each one informs me I'll be heading to the big house

There's a call copper, who says

I was one one of the hoods

That came out of this jitney

And enter that dump where they spotted the goods

They lead me to a holding cell

Before they start tightening the screws

'The quicker you sing who's you're working for'

'The quicker we'll get a croaker for that Harlem sunset'

'We'll get the meat wagon for you'

As they lead me to the cell

I see in one cell a half cut

In another a John D

Couple of other cells were occupied by slimps I recognize

They'll hype you when you're not paying attention

The one next to me

I could tell has another tray of pork chops

After a chime or two I'm back in the Coney Island

I wonder what kind of rap They'll have me on

They tell me I better be a pigeon

Then it'll be a breeze

To blouse out of this dingus

The second set of gumshoes ankles in

One of them takes out their hope chest

Then hands the other a gasper

Then takes one out for himself

He lights them both

Before either one says anything to me

Usually I could cut myself a piece of cake

But with this Harlem sunset I have

I can't do it any longer

Suddenly one of them informs me

There were hot ice in the dump I came out of

He believes I was fencing them

And that I was one of those gansters

Who was pumping metal at them

He was telling me no more bunk

The third set of gumshoes relieves the second

One opens the icebox pulls out two pops

The label is fimiliar on both bottles

They were [Cooper's Cave Soda Company]

He hands the other one

Then pops off the top of his

Takes a snort from it

The other does the same to his bottle

One tells me he doesn't want to hear

'Don't know from nothing'

He doesn't want me to give them the runaround

I'll say the same to these gumshoes

The same thing I said to the goons at that dump

'You're tooting the wrong ringer'

The other says

'We think you know more than we originally thought'

The other replies 'And how'

They tell me I'll be getting more than a three spot

They have the goods to get me convicted

One tells the other

'The screws are going to love this fish in the pen'

Then the other reply

'They're going enjoy putting him the bing'

I know I don't deserve this bit

Then one tells me that he didn't peg me as a stupe

Then this broosky with a pencin thin mustache on his puss enters

He had these kippy dog kettles upon his dogs

He tells them both not to get in a lather

He must be the high pillow

They refer to him as [TR]

He tells the high pillow to get a slant of the hot ice

He gloms through them

He then says

'I have newshawks wanting the lowdown on this'

He then asks

'So what's this gink's monicker'

'Was he packing heat? '

They tell him my name

And informs him I wasn't packing

Then the high pillow informs the others

'He's a patsy, It's a frame'

'He's on the up and up, they're ringers'

He turns to me and says

'You can dust out of here'

I dust out

While ankling the street

I ponder if there'll be another Chinese angle some time today

I also ponder if I'm bait for these flatties

I'm now late to a get together

With couple of bun dusters [Troy] and [David]

poem by R.K. Cowles
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