dusk

Poetry is beauty.

That human brain love that Ole rhyme scheme. .

It’s proven.

By science…

And the crazy folk still love the crazy ass patterns..

Patterns are the key in the mud.

Walking by and catch a glint in the eye..

Kick the dirt and see what works..

That Motherfucker in the ground and you ain’t gotta make a sound.

Work it all out in your Head.

Surprising.

You wouldn’t think that shit was in there..

But it was.

(it’s “do or die”)

And yet we stand…

Yet we still here.

🎵🎶 so them sucks can know 🎵🎶

(breaks up the monotony)

Goddamn the monotony…

See, they take your spirit, and they wrap it in straight jackets..

They Carry you to the anvil and they beat you with the fucking hammer…

And they want all that dead…wanna kill every piece that pulses..

Come through with the stethoscope and check your beat…

And if there’s anything left..

Anything left…

(what?)

Sadness .

Discreet in defeat..

I hate that shit for it and I hate MYSELF for it..

Wasn’t this..

I wasn’t this before.

I was wild and willing, I greeted each day with knuckles..

Greeted each day with knuckles.

(broke)

Aye … But rich..rich as shit… Golden.. free..

Gah..rich as fuck..

(to what end?)

Don’t make me frown..don’t piss on them cornflakes..

Get the fuck on with it .

Carry your bitch-ass up the street..

Be gone.

🎵🎶 they don’t want to see you up 🎵🎶

Universal..

They’re speaking universal tongues..

A language we can all hear and a voice that we all recognize..

(🎵 and if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear 🎵🎶)

Lost sight..

Lost signal.

Turned abysmal.

This is your circus.

Your shit show.

I’m just passing through and fuck you for making me think otherwise..

Got heroes..

Notice legends..

People and spirits that are worth it ..

Alright..

Okay..

Aye..

Christ was cooler than all and the includes Carlin…

Stand on that..

I’ll go against Bobby Flay and make my signature dish a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

And I’ll win…