Friday, July 4, 2008
Free-writing frees the soul
Holy hot water, thought fodder for the tot's father. Imagining rings quick when the bee sings I just start seein' things. Forget about it, don't talk about it, somethin' gonna come with it, chew a stick of gum with it. Talk to my mee maw all about the see saw, tell me a confusing thing, don't wanna beat -ing. Stick with the tough oak, t-ball to the goat glove, feel me with your what? love, just trying a new thing woman. Worms, what a terrible mind shot, get it out your mind cause its gonna bring a bigger buzz. Don't warn me when I warned ya, I told you not to talk bra, it's just a little dementia. Take one step at a time suh, sugah and a lime suh, come on with the booze bra. Take me for a ride man, let's get out of town man, I'm just feeling down man. Risk away the tears main, I just want to hear you mane, the cause it not insane man. Feelin a little buzz man, whiskey in the fuzz man, can you get a country man. Sitting in a daze man, a down influenced maze man, just doin' what the doctor says, man. Carry on the ways man, take a turkey to a fair fan, flaky on the chairs man. Chris. I'm talking up a lot to you, it's time to change your pesky tune, can you face away your faces man. Break me from the single rune, repeatable and glory food, sensible and single, too. Just take him for what he is, a little self-conscious - but who is? n't. Just a pleasant Christmas dinner with your nieces fellow feathers, missing all the reindeer stomping because of a portable potty. Take the turkey, eat around it, eat the heart out, keep the napkin. Just one present for the homeless, window shopping - we live on main street. Give him something, give him nothing, what's a gift but huffing puffing. When your frost shows when your breathing, some don't hold those heated chest things. Eating breast wings for our Christmas, from our baker - he loves our business. Send us else where, enjoy your vacation, where'd you get your information. We've been here from day one, we always miss the school bus. Drop the kids at school ourselves, self-rightous exploding nitrus, we do it for the glory, but we only do it once. We practice plays in a dunce cap, owe it to a runt's chap, tried out for a gingersnap ate while his cat napped. Change the laundry, chage the diapers, change windows and the wipers. Change the the heart throbs of the snipers. Trim the fingers of the typers, find the findings founding finders. Jeepers jipers, cripes and sand mites, dusty match lights and lite brite fight the nites.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
you should be a non-sensical rapper...a new genre
Post a Comment