Who Is Pimp C?

Hello there do you know me?

In actuality, you do

And I coming to show

You, how I pimp you

So you can see

the fallacy, in your realty

I was born to Tom Foolery

and my mother's name

Is Gretchen Greed 

And from this lineage I got

Everything that I need

Man's imagination and

Preoccupation 

Has put him in

this situation

To be Pimped by me

Mr.Commercialization

Or for short Pimp C

Now my w****s

Are not just in

Stores

No, their exist

In all aspect 

Of your lives

It is how we breathe

And survive.

New Years you dance

The night away

And pray that you

Didn't spend too much

Until you look in my cup

To see the reality

That you are seeing is

Me, Pimp C

Then comes the

Time of year

Where everything

You hold so dear

Magically appears

Balloons, buffoons

And soon,

My father tries

To dip his spoon

In my bowl

Now that is

Some foolery

Trying to make

A fool out of me

So

I whip out my knife

Told him I would

End his life

He saw the reality

Of his son, Pimp C

Saint Patties day

Is not a real holiday

It is just another way

For you to pay me

So you can drink all

You fears away

Easter is no surprise

As piles of money

Continue to rise

To the sky, Why?

Cause it is about

New clothes, I suppose

Rather than the Savior

That died.

Now on Mother's Day

I am become a GOD

With all the flowers

Candies and cards

My income overflows

Cause everyone knows

That Mother's are the best

Memorial Day is the

Gateway to summer

But as time flies

You look up it's now

The 4th of July

As the fireworks

Light up the sky

Oops I forgot
Of course you won't be
Shocked

Cause in June
A quietness 
Resumes
Not much to say
People don't pay
Much attention
Did I fail to mention
Not much spending or
Card sending
On Father's Day
So let me move on to
The next holiday

Labor Day comes rushing in

And changes the  scene

Boo! it is Halloween

Now it is November

You sit and remember

The Pilgrims and

Thanksgiving

Lie about things

You are giving

But the poor

Remains poor

As you are now

Thinking about

The things you

Want from the store 

Now being grateful

Ends

When Black Friday

Begins

As people stand for

Hours

Exercising their 

Buying power

With stuff that they

Don't need

It is because

Of this greed

That they bow down

To me

Pimp C

The richest

Criminal In History..........

P.S.

I must confess that

Things I saw

At Mardi Gras
Beads and breast
Lewdness
Nakedness
No shame
In this game
Cause they 
Shout out
My name
Pimp C
As they give
Me all their
Money

Oh yes 
I still

Must confess
I still have women
Working the block
Cause men like
To stop
To see 
What they got
Is it strange
That my spare
Change comes
From there?
I told you in
The beginning
That I am
Everywhere

Finally

Lusting for

Technology 

Gives me

Money

Such as

Iphones
Beats headphones
SUVs
65 inch TVs
Mansions
Yachts
Every thing
You got
I have and more
But I am not
Broke as joke
Cause what
You are I am not
That is poor

Author's Note

I know the poem is long but having lengthy always poses an issue. Either people won't read it because it is too long and if you split it up people won't read both sections or read them out of order....sigh I decided to leave in it's entirety hoping that people will think that it is worthy of their time to read the whole thing. I am hoping that I am right.

Reviews

[Jennesis]

I love the imagery of this Pimp C! IT's so freaking true, we get pimped out with desires, we think we need, need, need to spend the money we don't have to get things we don't even know we want until the Pimp says so! I always believe that we miss the freaking point of holidays with the commercialization of it all. Back off Pimp C!

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

thanks for the insightful comments

[C. Rose]

I love the idea of Tom Foolery and Gretchen Greed as his parents. I like the line about make a fool out of me. In the author's note I see you are worried about length. Consider reducing the number of holidays and other topics that Pimp C applies to. Perhaps the technology bit could be a separate poem -

I have a slightly extreme idea. Turn each topic into a separate regular sized poem, but begin (or end) them all with one of the first three stanzas that explain Pimp C.

Different extreme idea - Turn it into a book where each chapter is a section of the poem.

Hope this helps.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we need a special holiday just for the pimp...commercialism and its w****s, and we pay them by the hour to make us happy...the more we buy the more we smile.
is there a hallmark card for that?

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

lol..no I am afraid not....you are too funny...thanks for the amusing review....