Caricature is what I Do
By Elgin Bolling Subwaysurfer
Caricature is what I do
Don’t need a Posse or a crew.
Using my own hand, I control my destiny
And I draw without a flaw
Exactly what I see
It was a Gift To Me
God Given
FREE.
Satan Tried To sift me
God sidetracked him
And so He Missed Me
It’s because the Lord Kissed Me
That I’m still here making History.
This aint no mystery…
The boys in Blue said they would rule and stop me from doing this,
But I aint new to this
I’m true to this
And that why I don’t use my fists
Let me tell you boye, it be like this:
I make my money by being funny
Clowning people just like you…
So Dont cha' run,
It's All For Fun!
It's Kool, it’s what I do.
Ya guaranteed to like what I drew.
Caricature is sure to stay around as long as I’m in a Town that
Has Bar and Bat Mitzvahs
Where I draw your kids, and your little sister
Who looks more like a “mister?”
Good thing I don’t have to kiss her,
You do that!
Please pay me though for the two hours I sat!
Freelancing pays that why I stay in tha mix,
I’m a New Yawk Professional Artist,
Not a theme Park Drawing HICK
I’m slick that‘s why I slide
Outta the devils hands
Straight to my fans
Who continue to pay.
All you haters Can go away.
copyright 2010 all rights reserved
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Showing posts with label Caricature poetry. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
UNION SQUARE MEMORIES By Elgin SUbwaysurfer Bolling
UNION SQUARE MEMORIES By Elgin SUbwaysurfer Bolling
I always thought you’d stick around
To draw my face so funny…
I regret the times I’d pass you by
Pretending I had
No money…
I’d watch you draw
And would secretly admire…
Never realizing a Political fire
Had been lit and put in motion,
By a “Richie Rich” Politician
Who one day got the notion,
That he needed yet ANOTHER piece of the street…
He couldn’t care less
That he’d make a mess
Causing others not to Eat…
He doesn’t care
And it’s unfair
That because of him
They’ll be another hundred candidates
For WELFARE,
That’ll drain more dollars,
Make the Middle Class Holler,
In an already depressed Economy
Which is already taking it’s toll on me…
And soon on “SHE”
And "HE"
And even
THEE....
To Be Or Not To BE
That is The Question
I keep asking ME,
When Cops Start Arrestin’
People Who Do Nothin’ Wrong
But DRAW!!
While Da Dealer On The Corner Sell Crack
You Blue Boys Pretend You Never Saw…
I guess Locking up a vendor who's selling a clock
Is a heck of a lot safer than duckin bullets from a Glock
I understand it’s no fun, you see,
But Then Again,
Nobody FORCED you to join The NYPD
You did that for free.
“Quality of Life”
It’s a term that’s been thrown around and used
By A Mayor, who’s spit shined shoes
Never ever touches down
On this Terra fir-ma we city dwellers call
“The Ground”
Bloomie never sticks around…
Unless threes a Photo Op to be found…
You Yuppies Are just a buncha guppies
Swimming in ya fish bowls
Whining like puppies
What did people like you do to protect people like me?
Passed me by,
Gawked at my pictures,
While Gulping Ya Latties and Tea??
“ I don’t NEED one of THOSE”
“ I GOT one of THOSE”
You mumbled contemptuously
Looking down your nose..
You all shudda got drawn by me
When it was cheaper
In Light of recent events
The price for Caricature has just become steeper.
You could been a customer,
Insteadda a “peeper
Ya shudda woke up
Insteadda being a Sleeper.
Now that we’re gone,
In no time you'll see
The “Quality of life” you seek,
That was ME.
Along with thousands of vendors
Wake up and smell the coffee!
Finally, it really says a LOT
That politician TOTALLY FORGOT
That it was STREET VENDORS
Who foiled a Times Square Terrorist Plot
By spotting a Suspicious Vehicle
And that’s saying a LOT
We thought you’d be grateful
But you turned out to be hateful
All you did was DISS US
Give it time
We KNOW
You’re going to
Miss us.
copyright 2010 all rights reserved
I always thought you’d stick around
To draw my face so funny…
I regret the times I’d pass you by
Pretending I had
No money…
I’d watch you draw
And would secretly admire…
Never realizing a Political fire
Had been lit and put in motion,
By a “Richie Rich” Politician
Who one day got the notion,
That he needed yet ANOTHER piece of the street…
He couldn’t care less
That he’d make a mess
Causing others not to Eat…
He doesn’t care
And it’s unfair
That because of him
They’ll be another hundred candidates
For WELFARE,
That’ll drain more dollars,
Make the Middle Class Holler,
In an already depressed Economy
Which is already taking it’s toll on me…
And soon on “SHE”
And "HE"
And even
THEE....
To Be Or Not To BE
That is The Question
I keep asking ME,
When Cops Start Arrestin’
People Who Do Nothin’ Wrong
But DRAW!!
While Da Dealer On The Corner Sell Crack
You Blue Boys Pretend You Never Saw…
I guess Locking up a vendor who's selling a clock
Is a heck of a lot safer than duckin bullets from a Glock
I understand it’s no fun, you see,
But Then Again,
Nobody FORCED you to join The NYPD
You did that for free.
“Quality of Life”
It’s a term that’s been thrown around and used
By A Mayor, who’s spit shined shoes
Never ever touches down
On this Terra fir-ma we city dwellers call
“The Ground”
Bloomie never sticks around…
Unless threes a Photo Op to be found…
You Yuppies Are just a buncha guppies
Swimming in ya fish bowls
Whining like puppies
What did people like you do to protect people like me?
Passed me by,
Gawked at my pictures,
While Gulping Ya Latties and Tea??
“ I don’t NEED one of THOSE”
“ I GOT one of THOSE”
You mumbled contemptuously
Looking down your nose..
You all shudda got drawn by me
When it was cheaper
In Light of recent events
The price for Caricature has just become steeper.
You could been a customer,
Insteadda a “peeper
Ya shudda woke up
Insteadda being a Sleeper.
Now that we’re gone,
In no time you'll see
The “Quality of life” you seek,
That was ME.
Along with thousands of vendors
Wake up and smell the coffee!
Finally, it really says a LOT
That politician TOTALLY FORGOT
That it was STREET VENDORS
Who foiled a Times Square Terrorist Plot
By spotting a Suspicious Vehicle
And that’s saying a LOT
We thought you’d be grateful
But you turned out to be hateful
All you did was DISS US
Give it time
We KNOW
You’re going to
Miss us.
copyright 2010 all rights reserved
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
UNION SQ POEM HIGH HO TO THE SILVER
HIGH HO TO THE SILVER
Elgin Subwaysurfer Bolling Street Artist
People are not dollars and cents,
How we gonna eat or pay the rent?
Corporate Gangsters they need to Repent.
Being reduced to decimal points and numbers on a page,
Only succeeds in increasing my rage
How are people gonna make ends meet
When their source of incomes been reduced to
Another number on ya spread sheet?
“Win some, Lose some”
Very easy for some of YOU to say,
When you GOT a regular nine to fiver
And a guaranteed paycheck waiting for ya
At the end of YOUR day…
Politicians taking away PUBLIC spaces
To improve “Quality of Life???”
Look with me inside the parentheses
(As long as you wearing Armani suits, got money, and a supermodel trophy wife)
“Vendors and Street Artists?” “
get ‘em ALL outta the way”
Corporations need this space!,
C’mon Boys, Let’s Play!!
High Ho to the SILVER! Cow Yippie Yo I PAID!
Herding us Vendors Away like we wuz Cattle
Contemptuous Corporate Cowboyes
Riding High in the saddle
Although they might treat us
Like we’re “burgers for lunch”
I’ve got a feeling, and it’s more then a hunch
Pretty soon they will be feeling the crunch
You can never silence the activity
Of those who possess creativity and the proclivity
To protest and debate
Let’s not stoop to their level and HATE.
Our creative ability is greater than yours
The ONLY thing YOU’VE done
Is put us on PAUSE.
copyright 2010 all rights reserved
Elgin Subwaysurfer Bolling Street Artist
People are not dollars and cents,
How we gonna eat or pay the rent?
Corporate Gangsters they need to Repent.
Being reduced to decimal points and numbers on a page,
Only succeeds in increasing my rage
How are people gonna make ends meet
When their source of incomes been reduced to
Another number on ya spread sheet?
“Win some, Lose some”
Very easy for some of YOU to say,
When you GOT a regular nine to fiver
And a guaranteed paycheck waiting for ya
At the end of YOUR day…
Politicians taking away PUBLIC spaces
To improve “Quality of Life???”
Look with me inside the parentheses
(As long as you wearing Armani suits, got money, and a supermodel trophy wife)
“Vendors and Street Artists?” “
get ‘em ALL outta the way”
Corporations need this space!,
C’mon Boys, Let’s Play!!
High Ho to the SILVER! Cow Yippie Yo I PAID!
Herding us Vendors Away like we wuz Cattle
Contemptuous Corporate Cowboyes
Riding High in the saddle
Although they might treat us
Like we’re “burgers for lunch”
I’ve got a feeling, and it’s more then a hunch
Pretty soon they will be feeling the crunch
You can never silence the activity
Of those who possess creativity and the proclivity
To protest and debate
Let’s not stoop to their level and HATE.
Our creative ability is greater than yours
The ONLY thing YOU’VE done
Is put us on PAUSE.
copyright 2010 all rights reserved
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