First they flew planes into towers of freedom, Now they fly planes to Diego Garcia.
Sit back and listen as appassionata plays, Something fires from a musical regatta, Emotion lingers on for days. Simple sounds service not his fingers, All basic math retold and forgot, Something more than strings and levers. Some more than Beet and Bach.
Sandwiches, I lack the dishes to cook, so, Bun, Mustard, Mayo, Ham, Cheese, Bun, on a plate. Here what I'm saying?
I ate a bunch of bananas, Then these cops rolled up, I swallowed a fuckton of cannabis, Rode off on my bike and threw up. Nobody can catch me; I'm too smart. Puke nugs in a bags stroll off... Into the dark; Start running quick. Realize I've forgotten the bike: What a dilemma I've caused. Especially now I'm hungry as fuck, I have another bunch of bananas at home, but, Is the bike worth my time? Or is it quicker to run?
Wagonwheels, they do appeal, My stomach reveals lessons. Six is my limit. I should not eat a seventh.
Dammit, why? Scenes go by when hips moved side by side, Striding by wayside before waving good-bye, Parallel shutting her eyes; My shoulders shudder when boats pass me by. Before air was too dry, Before I was too late to try, To crack a smile to the heavens wry, Asking why. Dammit, why?
I don't care anymore; If my wife carried a baby, It would be a whore, Pushing a whore out of her, I'm an amateur poet.
The Lord, Change not the world, nor plans forget regard, Ground shifts beneath multibillion, Your God.
For all those lost in darkness of the rain, Shelter's on the way, and sun will shine again, Fluttering truths in their sleepless pain, All their dreams estranged. For all whose love still rules the heart, Love itself possesses nothing for our art, We row ourselves upstream in barrels, Throwing Apollo ahead-start.
Another lover, to cuddle up with, that doesn't mind the pickle breath. Another 8 days of love, Before asparagus piss ruins a date, Before I eat a whole lemon cake, And a bag of Doritos, Or was it Frito Lay?
Peanut butter, outrageous amounts; Both on my plate, and in my mouth; Born of a craving, I now need a drink To wash all of it out, two coke cans, Dipping with mustard, pretzels and breadsticks: The best side dish for a sandwich peanut butter.
Hermetic Hymns fill his head, Unwell-read, Thoughts in pericope, Polemically said. Honesty overdue, If I'll ever be great, I'll have learned some things too, To Hell with the Ganges, My mind bathes in You. The Steerageway, Poetically Youth, Polemically True.
Hermes carries Lamb, Across his shoulders, Across timeless sands, More he travels; Still more land. Crying out in hope, Kriophoros left his home, Carried Lamb eyes to our souls. Mighty messenger of Gods, Of all the Heavens and Below. Calamis never same again, Good Sheppard waits for Lamb, Prepared to spill blood, For the better of the herd, For the chance to understand, The voice of the Absurd.
Her fifth incarnation in filth, The first tragic Buddhavista. The last magic singer. The last female singer to open her mouth and not eat since after Christina, The first entertainer to entertain us since the entertainment era entered the picture. Pictures need to go back to the silent era.
I pause for an applause, but silence fills the room's divide; They don't like my lines? Well I'm the new pasty wino, I came here to expound how I... then I left the game to die; Like the game did to me with crack cocaine, Which it turns out I like; You'll niggas don't even smoke crack, viper provides.
Dismayed, they go on to play with more singers, Call girls and you call the band over; Clearly you plan to continue forward; With a drum and bass nobody has ever heard of; Clearly you're like the Doors in the 40's with an in; Misinformed; Just like Jim Morrison; A university student proclaiming to know the way that God would live;
Dwelling in the desperate, Hermitage of my heart, Life is apparent, Yet it appears to be not, As it seams, Cupid's eyes blinded by cloth yards, Shooting at places unseen, And all the arrows' arc, Landing on me, Heart changing by second, Changing more in between, This Cupid gone blinded, Young, fat little fiend, Now days pass idyllically, Lost in the breeze, Days Simon Iff spends searching the trees, His goal has been set, Simple Simon sets free, Hiram Abiff in the woods on his knees. Arms cut from body, Both hands full of dandies.
I dip a dapper super chicken tender; It's Super Tender !, but whatever; I'll forget tomorr'a with bongs and reefer; I'll find myself on a floor 400 dollars poorer. I'll master this lifestyle by vascect'ing myself; Then I can curl into a ball and I won't come in my mouth.