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

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