The Cool Game of the Streets
The COOL
The Cool is the physical manifestation of History's debt to humanity.
Payback for every user abused and every family torn apart by History
The Cool walks amongst the living as a zombie.
He – that term used lightly, considering The Cool isn't human – reeks of death
An ironic contrast to his polished three-piece-suit appearance.
Searching for his purpose,
The Cool haunts The Streets.
His only possessions are two diamond earrings, a gold chain
And a letter from History's eight-year-old sister.
Despite the long-finished settling of rigor mortis, the sharp sensation of three bullets Constantly causes aching in The Cool.
Only one thought plays in his head like a broken record
'Hustler for death, no heaven for a gangster”
The GAME
An immortal, soulless entity,
The Game scours city blocks and country landscapes with equal menace.
Scheming from morning until night, he changes targets like the wind –
Hustlers, politicians, celebrities, and impressionable youth have all succumbed to his charms.
His most valued accomplice is his wife, The Streets.
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poem by Donte Trezevant
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