Smokin' J. Robinsons

Or (Why I smoke Organic)

I am a brand loyalist,

In the beginning, I had Nike, the god of Victory.

Cunha - Half Moon Bay

The Middle School that made me a nightmare.

I started as a baller, a shot caller,

A tall skinny kid that wanted to slam.

There was only one other kid as tall as me

He was Mormon

I was Jewish.

We had this discussion on the courts of Cunha Middle School.

Discussing being different.

I thought all Christians were the same,

But I was wrong.

There was this other guy,

Mr. Cox.

A tall skinny, white guy with a big nose.

He taught Sex ED and History.

He told us annal wasn’t that great,

After Illana asked about a male orgazum-

He did this thing in History Class,

It was a slave reenactment,

We got under the desks,

The teachers had whips.

They gently slapped the desks and told us we were on a slave ship,

I guess it wasn’t so bad.

We were just little pre-teens, we didn’t know what slavery was.

About 30 percent of the town was Mexican.

About 5 of us were Jewish.

One black kid, John Parsons, who went on to play basketball.

His dad was this Irish Guy who married a beautiful black woman with braids

His wife was stunning,

I remember when she picked up John.

DAMN.

I thought,

I want to be that white guy that bags the African Queen.

Who’s son is the best baller in Town

In the dating field, I still don’t know how to be anything then a Magnet for BLACK.

Before Curry there was John.

A long time ago,

In a pumpkin patch

Full of Weirdoes.