Peppah Poem by John Allen Richter

I never grind the pepper shaker,
when shaking alone will work.
Unless it's needed - as a salad needed seeded,
then I'll grind it like a twork!

Twork it! Twork it Babah!
Twork that peppa shakah!
Twork it like yo mamma made ya -
Like you do ya money makah!

Twork it 'til it come out black -
‘lil ashes falling down your back.
Rub it up - feel so gooooooodddd….
Peppa in the neighborhood….

I need ya bad girl, like you really wanna make it -
grind it real hard like you ain't gonna fake it -
put da peppa in and take da peppa out -
grind it up girl and put da peppa in your mouth.

Taste it baby, taste it baby -
taste it real good -
grind it up again
like you know you should…

Then when you done
and they's plenty of it ground -
I'll only need to shake it
next time round….

Wham, bam, thank you ma'am….
My good man, peppa all around.