The Subway Knight


I am one who walks unseen through throngs
Under my blue jeans I wear clean black thongs.
Highwaymen and marauders sure do not know it;
For if forced to fix 'em, I fain would not show it, for
I am The Subway Knight...
I'll make sure you're treated right.

Two small black nines I keep in my pants.
Two extra clips full in case there's a dance.
If you mean to part locks without the Good Key, 
You'll have zero chance being just "glad to see me--"
Why darts leave both hands, no mo behind mask?
Cause that's what I do, you shun't have to ask.

I gotta babe name of Fabian, and she helps me sometimes,
Like if I need me some ammo or a gallon of fine wine.
Or sometimes, you know what, it's funny I know it
But she makes me feel good, I don't keep it stowed up.
Fabe knows 'bout my mission and she got it right:
I am the Subway Knight...

Yeah and when we ain't workin' she shows me the lamp.
(That's a meateefor;) we reads Derleth, Lovecraft, de Camp
Together by tramplight or up at the Plaza --
See, sometimes these hot heads, they leave us their lava.
That liquidy rock stuff, though you'd call it cash.
Don't know who it came from, so it winds up in stash.

The teeves and the rollers and pockets and such?
They really don't worry the Fabe and me much.
No, there's other things worse than a lost weekly pay!
There's, Haha~! such things that you wunt wish I'd say,
From lower than lower; Fabe's Writers knew somethin',
From tunnels and places before the trains' rumblin'.

I seen em dohnworry, they ain't just in books
And I've add rerange one or two of the pukes:
Yah? there's stranger than danger protectin' you folks
From teeves and from rollers, from pockets and cloaks
No...no -- dohn-/dohn worry 'boud Patton me yet
Cause the Dawn of Malendoom ain't been here yet.

Two thousand and one, see the dummies ain't getn it
This here was the last year of (20th Century) Fox's apped regret,
Arthur C. Clarke tried to start in and tell you,
But three zeros together made people see hoodoo.
Oh no, nah, mm-mm that's 365 not so right.
And please trust my knowin', I am the Subway Knight.

  
It dohnmatter what's happened before aft' or durin'
We all's had to jostle B.O. and ripe urine.
It dohn-MADDER how much of yer money they took.
What gives is these guys', Lovecraft, de Camp, Derleth's books --
'Boud the Old Ones, hold up for their 2001!
I know what I know -- like there's holes in my guns.

The fact that I wear some of Fabian's silkcloth,
Ain't like that I'm chicken, or a "funny boy" beheemoth.
T's like Fabian says: I got sensitization;
Hey, what's it to yous zlong as I save the nation?
...And-and all the world's others who watch holes, like me?
Your yucks'zar just shreaks boud "I'm-more-tality."

Inside of a tunnel there's gold in some hills.
Inside of a tunnel there's fold distance mills.
Inside of a tunnel the root ends of plants.
Inside of a tunnel I've heard wino rants.
That scratches the surface of what tunnels do.
It's not the main deal, hey, that I can tell you.  

It's a bad thing this Art Bell and cohort, the Strieber.
It's a bad thing they talked up a storm of believers.
It's bad that the skywatchers still wait it out.
It's not good that those boys had to run at the mout;
They's spendin' your money; put your eyes to your glass.
While sabre-toothed Schultzes dig straight for your ass. 

Oh please, no, I'm sorry, Fabe's hands I'm a'holder'
I'm "scarin' the people?" -- they'll look over their shoulder?      
Well, people, be glad that you still got two left --
One bite from those trash heaps can short you real deft.
But blink not Samantha, don't exit stage right,
You've still got me babe... and, I am the Subway Knight.

So even they're aimin' to dine on your A Train;
And bet my last G-string there's no One-Way on your drain --
They are Horror, they're stupid, they're huge, their breath stinks,
Care not for your Gigasparks -- f'you got keyboard with sink --
But your "Gateway" z'got softstuff? and's faster than light...?(!)
Seek Buck Fuller n' McCluhan?  Nope, ...uhuh yeah, that's right.
 
                   
                   @ 2000, by Wallace Darwen Brindle


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