Beans, Jennifer Herrema, Beans, Jennifer Herrema - Bass Reeves

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Mortimer Burr woke up from a terrible headache that felt like his head was
being split open slowly with a handsaw
I guess that’s what happens when you’re holding a military tactical knife
The 17-inch blade was inserted to the hilt, went straight through the jowell
area
He died instantly and landed here
The texture of the ground on which he stood kept shifting like he was in the
middle of a Sahara-sized litterbox
They weren’t very close
A mixture of amonia and stale urine
The scent was overwhelming
Suddenly he was overcast by a looming shadow
This Janus-cat was 35-foot giant with four sets of eyes looking directly at him
Almost with the same wonderment as he was staring up at it
What happened next was even more bizzare
The giant two-faced cat spoke and asked him a question:
«Yo my man, who had the best verse on The Symphony?» asked the left side of his
face
Confused, «the symphony?»
Who had the best verse?"
«Verse? You mean words in a symphony?»
Mortimer wasn’t sure that there were words to a symphony
Certainly not in the symphonies he was aware of
But he couldn’t tell the cat offhand who had the best verse
«Are we talking about chamber music for a small group of instruments?
Are we discussing a specific
This is so hard to decide!
Once met an ever-so-lovely buttercup
It was exquisite, let me tell you!
So, Chopin, yes, I’ll go with Chopin
He said with conviction
The eyes of the Janus met eachother
They looked back at him and at eachother
This was non-stop tear-inducing hysterics
The litter underneath Mortimer rumbled as the laughing was so hard
long enough to speak:
«No motherfucker, not fucking Chopin, dweeb!
and Big Daddy Kane! Produced by
The right side: «Yo,
The left side: «In the words of Ice Cube man, even in the video Kane is so fly «The right side: «the Symphony was '88 doofus»
The left side: «I know, I know, but you know what I’m saying. Kane "
Mortimer was out of his element
Abandoned and confused
The right side: «Aw man, that was rich
I mean, you killed like 63 people
I can’t even believe we’re even engaging in this discourse, Kool G Rap came the
hardest on the whole joint»
«Yo, Marley gives the slice, I get nice
And my voice is twice as horrifying as Vincent Price
Goes deep, till you fell in a spell of a sleep
And while I’m countin' the money, you count sheep»
«Oh, rap music»
Where’s the melody? To him it was just a bunch of words thrown together
derogatory
The subject matter was materialistic
With an overuse
It wasn’t his thing
He unwisely relayed with an abashed honesty about how he truly felt on the
subject
Both sides of the cat’s face looked annoyed
«Keep in mind», said the right side of his face
«That your answer determines where you end up next, either you start over again
in a pleasant way or not. Choose your next words carefully»
After four days, the hunch paid off
reaching for his gun
A last-ditch effort
And he went down, like the sun
Bass Reeves was his name
Black cowboy
Baddest man in the west
African-American
fact and fiction
Centuries after
Over the years the name of Bass Reeves faded like one of those heroes they call
«unsung»
The greatest lawman of the wild, wild west
He was, and is, the only one