Newest poetry in the top folder dealio but the second folder down goes older to newer. Working on dating the pieces and recording me reading them.
1. Let's Squat the Moon
Time Share
Comfortable Christmas Clothes
Temporal Connection
Cypher's Creed
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Let’s squat the moon and make it soon Just make some room, we’ll make a boon Grey and gloom, NO, bang and boom They did it on the Looney Toons Big ass rocket go vroom vroom vroom Should spell it doon there not spell it dune Please focus now, we’re not consuming Hume They don’t have Spring there, don’t have June I’ll keep in touch, they still got Zoom Unfortune-ately, there’ll be no raccoons But bring a broom, lotsa dust plumes ᛘᛰᛰᚿ is moon in rune
You cannot own someone else's time No one else can own your time You can share the same time together But neither person owns that time
Your consciousness stream is your time No one else can see your time You can share the same time together But neither person sees each other’s time
Crime it is to try and own the time Crime it is to count and regulate others’ time You can share the same time together But no one can control anothers’ time
You can try and teach the kids the time You can rhythm and rhyme the date and time You can share the same time together But you can never really tell the time
La Sol is on their own time Luna is on their own time You can share the same time together Not even timekeepers are on the same time
“Divine!”, some say, is the time “For swine!”, some say, is the time You can share the same time together But you’ll never share the same opine of your time
“Fact!”, some say, of the time “Construct!”, some say, of the time You can share the same time together But you’ll never be quite sure of the time
Smiling face that one time Saving face that one time You can share the same time together But in their mind that time might be a different time
Haste and waste all your time Keep and take all your time You can share the same time together But no one can tell you the worth of your time
Illegal take down that fight time Not when you break it down in slow time You can share the same time together But the call is called once the bell says “Time!”
Slowmo replay call in baseball time But not in other sportballs’s time You can share the same time together But not all will go back in time
You thought you waited wasting time I thought you left in hurried time You can share the same time together Durations are an aberration if you think you own the time
Run a mile in the same time Walk half’a mile in the same time You can share the same time together But distance isn’t time
Write on a whim time Writer’s blocked time You can share the same time together But some time is more productive time
Blurry beer time Crazy caffeine time You can share the same time together But some things can alter time
Fall asleep time Wide awake time You can share the same time together But only sometimes are a conscious time
Fleeting bug time Forever tortoise time You can share the same time together But your body might not allow the time Geologic time Prehistoric time You can share the same time together But your time weighs little on the scales of time
Prickly vine time Porcupine time You can share the same time together Even if it’s spiney time
Black hole time Death toll time You can share the same time together Sometimes stretches out and fills the time
Relative time Definite time You can share the same time together As long as it’s now and you still have time
All my clothes are new and unimportant The only pair from before wasn’t even my favorite and looks like a hazard cone Nothing feels special but times Time with people I care about Time I’m spending making things better Why do these clothes have to outwardly match the importance of these times when they inwardly, comfortably, don’t? If it works and is comfortable don’t waste your time, and money is merely time wasted, on outward appearance unless it’s your art, and stop judging and making folks uncomfortable in their comfortable clothes, ‘cause they may be yearning for those comfortable times that matter, and wasting the comfortable times for uncomfortable clothes is sad. Same with the uncomfortable house, and car and life Have a comfortable Christmas, one of those times, I hope, most find their comfortable clothes on during a comfortable time
Come On over Now Not Elsewhen Come Together In Our Now
Let me forget Make me believe Plug me back in Let me leave Let me begin Remember no regrets Make it an ease Forget the secrets I’m begging you, plead I’ll stop and I’ll heed I’ll do what you need I’ll shut up and weed Some may call it greed No Baby’s Day Out Not what I’m about I could scream I could shout Done complaining Done pout In human’s, I doubt Not ready to bout Don’t even want clout Forgot what was taught I’m ready, lemme go back
2. Doing Nothing
Humanity's Profanities
Twisted and Resisted
Just Drugs
Worded Rebirthed
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What am I doing? I’m doing nothing If nothing means not consuming more If nothing means sitting in silence and listening to the world I’m doing nothing If nothing means not losing my time for paper If nothing means not extracting unsustainably I’m doing nothing If nothing means taking my time walking If nothing means being quiet and listening to a friend I’m doing nothing If nothing means not making a profit for myself or another If nothing means not accounting for time I’m doing nothing If nothing means breathing If nothing means sleeping I’m doing nothing If nothing means laughing If nothing means speaking I’m just doing nothing, don’t mind me
To be profane is not insane Might get you fame from your brain Why all the shame unless that’s the aim Expressing bane over rain It always goes against the grain A vein of pain is that dame’s game As if it hurts to hear my name It can be a drain or a song’s refrain The game to catch game The wax and wane To tax my mind but helps me gain
What is is what is What is is truth Truth is all around you You are truth Your experience is truth Your memories are truth because they are If it is then it is
There once was a dude who resisted Let’s not get this all worn and twisted Sat up in his grave Said: “I need to shave!!!!..” Then found out his phone number was listed
Dude made sure that he had a strong wrist And he gathered up all of the grist He made it that way Ripped off Sally Mae And this story now has a great twist He then found a frog he had kissed Which made him a little bit pissed Green was the shame Jealous of the name Then he and the frog raised their fists Electricity ran through the vein But the ohms made them run really lame Gotta plug it back in So the sin can begin And we all can get some of the blame
Drugs are bad Mmmm’kk I say Drugs can get you through the day They’re fun in deserts, fun at bay Drugs are at almost all par-tays They can make your eyes act like rays Drugs might even help you crochet Ever had sorbet? While you thought you were JonBenet? Drugs, I’m tripping on the letter A Or is it the Canadian “Eh?” Drugs like I’m smoking Jays Never the letter K Drugs are the sugar mounded on your tray Dumped in your drug, coffay Drugs, any chemical could put you on this way Go to rainbows and outta the grey Drugs from the companays Judge say “Yay” People’s lives saying “Nay” Drugs are sometimes kinda cray Crawlin’ ‘round like Sgt. Bray Drugs to make you behave Crave at the rave Grave after grave Make some folks brave Makes some need to shave Drugs are a lot of things but yours to be made
Rebirth of a birtheR Rebrand the brandeR Purdue is due Pur Do re mi foo.. reDo Snackwell’S are, well, snackS Friendless? Can’t have less, Friend Wingdings ding Wings Ed question, questionEd Fredrick meet Rick Fred Gavin in vaG Greater metropolitan ER, Great.. Caterpillar had a pillar Cater Sleeping, I’m a G in Sleep Wrapping a radio ping W/rap Opening, gO in pen Beginning cotton gin; Ben, gin Sinclair was a Clair Sin Helped Bo did, Ed, HELP Gather her Gat Rather her Rat Justin is Just in Dustin is in Dust Mostest, hardest MOS test Ended Ned Ed.
3. Huh #452
Ike’s Yikes
Flirter
Freedumb Friez
Life now, Xed
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“Nonsense”, said VP Pence as he saw an alligator crawling through the vents.
“What sense?”, said the Omnipotence asking something that it knows and it’s not on the fence.
“More cents”, said the man looking dense needing to make ends meet so he can pay the rents.
“None since”, sign at the conference explains how many and duration-when to all the gents.
“Just rinse”, it’s always common sense as you’re not a regal reference for some smelly scents.
“Obsolescence”, said the maintenance woman with a license about fluoride for teeth and not for fluorescence.
“Inheritance”, said the proud parents Never gotta pay it back cause you went to Easters and Lents.
“Hence”, feeling kinda tense Telling someone they better go back to from where they whence.
“Importance”, as opposed to ambivalence ramble on and on and on for too many a sentence.
Crackin’ a Pez Wearin’ a Fez Jorge Lopez Lizzy the Lez
I’m goin’ to bed Good for the head Seeing the red Don’t wanna be dead
Behave like it matters As if it really matters Though it’s just a game Attracted to your name To blame Or shame Trying makes it feel less lame To feel like the aim Attract as a distraction Someone, anyone, make me feel alive But just for fun For a little run Amusement goes and comes Rather just make snarky puns Than or then With or without Serious Lee, I rather doubt Intentions matter
Teach by each Make them subside Bleach and reach They will abide Dull the screech Bleed the hide Eyes of fleece Give them a ride Rome and Greece Others, to chide Lecture and speech Sports and flouride Not on the beach Too often it’s eyed Caesar’s deceit Upon that Ide Why’s that bequeathed Always in mind Plenty to leach Plenty’s been spyed Not much of what’s reefed More defined the deified Bridle gets breached Bridal relief for the bereaved bride Meet the meats Bread that’s ryed Black greets The white breeched pride Light heats Shadows hide Georgia peach Southern glide Brain niched Worlds collide
Used, bruised, fused, rused Abused, viewed, cued, confused Dude, lewd, food blued Head glued, bed fluid Vet wet with the pet clued Pinochet met the debt, drooled HET moleculed Rex done ruled Played Bejeweled Notdogs cooled Vexed and fooled Hexed in the Hetch Hetchy til I got California schooled Buelled Day off while he healed Not through a windshield Going on and on and on like I’ve come unreeled Feeled X-Files was a different unrealed Thing he says will help with health, you know, I said, he says that “Veal’d.” Bitter boned and ridiculed Topped off and refueled Houd’ Ini cut himself in half and half of him flewed Away because a calf in a bath was nude Rath of wraith, scruff of scape Might as well make Someone forsake In Easy Bake Step on a rake
4. Baked into the Caked
Foxy
Mixxed Up
Tasked Mask
Proposal at our disposal
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The smell of burning citronella The taste of vodka sarsaparilla Don’t mix my chocolate and vanilla What was he, though, the man from Thrilla’ Harambe was a good gorilla The fight that happened in Manilla Bernie Sanders, Mike the Killa’ Dalmatian coats from Cruella Donald Trump’s not a good fella’ Ash protector, an umbrella Cavities attacked by drilla’ Steamboat captain, could be called krilla’ Landlord knockin’, there’s the billa’ Bong at Pacsun 90’s malla’ ‘Dapted for this chilla’ Lungs been damaged, all the villi ‘Fied along with all the felon Knees to get on, or there’s killin’ From inner city to the villas On TV, it seems life’s in Lala As if our villains are godzillas When they might be written word and our laws
That Fox spell Has the thoughts smell Through the chaparral With the shrapnel Dress act like a bell When the hard swell Call it TV hell Wars just won’t quell Buy the hair gel Or the sword fell Pockets of Shell Always Orajel Do not want to dwell Things ain’t goin’ well Kenan or Kel Not husband of Mel Don’t believe in Pell All so that they can sell
Shiver me timbers Cut off my fingers Boo Boo Box Filled with Rocks Peter Pan Captain Dan Baby to deliver Can become a sliver High School Jocks Growing their locks Parenthood Plan Turned into flan Innocence of The Giver Is set to a siver With the scent of a Bach Or the taste of Jean Jacques’ The Solo is Han The John is a Sean Mold that glitters Gold in shitters Said by fox Pulled by ox Starts in Jan. Video van
Tear that mask off from the chin Rip the skin for the sin No one ever really wins Throw that skin mask in the bin
Verger’s mask: “Try peeling off your face” Make it sting, like a can of mace Don’t leave a trace, give to the canine race Place a dis- in front of -grace
Snatch that mask down from your forehead Along with your crown and guillotine for the dead Lose your frown, make it hard to be said Dripping down blood red and bled
Take the mask off, ear to ear Don’t you think to shed a tear You know you’ll never get out of here Queer deer fear beer derrièrear
Mask off from the middle, pull the nose Fit as a fiddle, I don’t suppose If you take it off, back it grows Who you were, no one knows
Roll the mask back from the mouth Strip it off North, East, West, South Snacks for rats or maybe mouse Never get found out by House
Use the mask for many a task Sometimes use the mask to bask Similar to a board that’s waxed Never feel like a fax
Funny Mask, name was Carrey And the chick from “Something about Mary” Kindergarten, Misses Schwery Memories from masks to bury Slip it on and show a fury Gonna need another jury Mug ain’t trustworthy to query Getting eyes, jeery and dreary
Proposed and disposed Thumb has been nosed Nose has been dosed Rose and exposed Tulips that have closed Ears to get Bose’d™ Eyes pick what’s chosed Always get hosed Supposed Ranted, raved and roved Cranky crap crowed Loved and loathed Sound and sowed Bread was loaved Line forgoed Lo, Fo Sho Legs that bowed Goats to goad Load to load Garden got hoed Yeah, like you knowed Yeah, in brain node Boat just got rowed Garden finally growed Bomb done explode’ Road that we rode Blow that you blowed Found treasure trove Drive that I drove Cave on the cove Pie à la mode Give me the code Beach to erode These were all no’ed
5. Property is not for me
Questioning Bravery
rain
Sleep
Secondary Influence
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Property is not for me It’s plain to see it can not be I do not like the way it strikes Before you bite give up a byte Of 1’s and 0’s or paper dough I’d wished I’d known how little it’s grown Is that mine now? I don’t know how Is it like magic or just tragic It makes me sick to be so thick Even this Bic or is this your Bic? Is it a spell, whose stuff, pray tell? Gotta own a paper to own a building Gotta own a paper to own a Gold Wing Gotta own a paper to own an enclosing Gotta own a paper to own a gosling Can you own anything without paper? This would seem much much safer Get rid of the papers altogether And just use what you use without a banker Why even own anything at all? It definitely won’t last first of all Isn’t owning just another word for control A way to keep people pigeonholed To keep us scraping for scarce resources To continue to do it really divorces Our relationship with Earth Becomes unsettled turf And we fight fight fight fight for the mostest
Is it brave to behave? Is it brave not to shave? Are you brave in a grave? Are the Braves™ really brave? Is it brave to be bathed? Is it brave a bathe was gave? Is it brave what the gays’ve? Is it brave to attend a rave? Is Famous Dave’s™ Dave™ brave? Is he really famous? Is it brave to pronouce have like brave? Is your fave, brave? What make a brave human brave? Is it brave to use a lathe? WIll we ever save the brave? For some, it’s brave to venture in a cave. Bravely praying in the nave. Skimming bravely on the wave. See the brave being paved. Brave mavens on parade. Lave your hands to touch the brave. Dansk stomach, concave. Sometimes brave if you forgave. Brave Eve: naive, above luv.
I love the sound of rain from shelter It might be the sound of life outside The comfort of indoor warmth and dryness, or at least the choice Not needing to venture out into the wet, just yet, or maybe ever if it stops The dark rain, night rain Too dangerous and slippery The comfort of my bed rain The dark shower with the window open so you might feel like you're in a shower-warm rain Sometimes the water turns cold and then I’m outside Puddles filling, windows pattering, unless there’s an overhanging Not at MCT standing in a line cold, wet, and miserable with only imagining the future to free me Camping rain, I’ll get in the car, or stay in the tent if it doesn’t turn into puddles It started raining When will an end come to the rain? Is it always raining somewhere, and how is a Mars rain? Rain, hitting every spot Drop drop drop Forming rivers, streams, and lakes Feeding lizards, sharks, and snakes Morning spring, fall breaks Hope the creek don’t take Jake’s On a ship my mind takes Couldn’t leave it, start to shake Rain’s a lovely time to bake Rain continues on for weeks and makes a mood that’s sometimes bleak Under the sheets, or by the heat Walking not biking down the street Maybe a wetsuit might be a good thing but would make a wet suite, either office or home Walk in the weather or drive a car for far What if rain went backwards, almost the hair care product Nair Sky sucking up streams, lapping lakes, obliterating oceans E Vap Er A Shun Guess it’s happening already Rain is just another one of us
I like to sleep a lot Although I think it should be alot But I understand why it’s not Things never come to me very quickly then I contemplate them further I miss a few scene changes and I’m out of the movie and into the dream further The dream clashes with the ending credits and ceases to go further Ugh, now I gotta check some things before I shut it and get it far enough away Away from my head so it doesn’t give or get interference when I’m in a dream far away Control my reality, both in reality and in a dream seems like a faraway dream Those dreams where you open your mouth but…...just……...can’t……...s...c…..r..e….a……..m But are dreams the thing in sleep that really reigns supreme? Sleep for a ⅓ of your life Maybe a ¼ of your life Shorter part of your life Would life be without it? Is a brain required? Is it a state? Is life required or do computers really sleep…..mode? Will AI sleep, will it let us sleep, will sleep be unacceptable? I like to sleep alot And the computer says I’m wrong but it doesn’t know how much I like to sleep even Is sleep to get us faster through the night, so we’re not up ascared with fright? I don’t know if we think we know we know but I don’t think we know Oh yeah I was trying to get to sleep but now I know I’m trying so I can’t try anymore Gosh darn, bowl X, use the rest, teabag X, cold pillow again, time number X Where s.hould I. t.hink a.bout, when s.i.t.a., who s.i.t.a., how s.i.t.a., etcetera s.i.t.a. Prime the dream, make it better, not just weirder, weird dreams seem to beam obscenely Do you ever aim not to dream and just sleep like you’re not there? Are you there? Are you the same you when you wake up or is it a different you? Are you afraid to sleep now? Are you afraid to sleep ever? Are you afraid you won’t sleep? Just sleep already, it’s not that hard, all you do is lie there or lay there or there or like this WIth my leg just in the right place, with my arm hugging the pillow palm up to not get too warm Ok I think it’s time to go to sleep, good night
You best better All the crackers with the cheddar Mom’s sweater Vomit s’getti to the header Eddie Vedder Singin’ Yellow Ledbetter Adam Sandler Waterboy double header Mr. Deeds Couldn’t make the water wetter Darth Vader Maybe it was Boba Fett, ‘er Bologna Sandwich Whatever meat, don’t know better Invertebrates Play that song, “Come Together” Tom Waits Rough & gravelly story teller Halal food Basically the same as kosher Solid state Never get a fixer upper Up state That’s why I’ve been called a Yooper Not great Although you could call me super Good food Save it for dinner or supper Bad mood Badder than a go getter
6. The Dichotomy of Competition
Underneath
Locationally Confused
Nonprofitable
Dark Dancing
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There’s victory in not competing You always win if life is your team If you can’t win, you can’t lose There can be no best if you’re always improving There can be no best if you’re always decomposing You’re not a loser if you don’t believe in winning Life and living are victories in and of themselves Death and dying are victories in and of themselves Defeat only happens in the play you have inside your mind No one sees it and no one cares They just want you to be happy If you act competitive, are you actually competitive, or only acting? If you KO someone in a fight, are you just reacting? Sports, wars, hobbies, games Warts, scars, lobbies, pains What’s that song? Singing in the Rain? I’m laughing at clouds so dark up above Aiming at nukes with the sign of a dove Time and space cannot be conquered Light a spliff and just play Conker’s Or your brain will just go bonkers When you learn about the bankers Or Iraq “victory” for the coffers While the presidents become better golfers And Hooters girls wear spaghetti halters Hall O’ famers, now no brainers Lottery winning bankrupters Game show hosts Can’t name the most Ghosts that take notes Boats on the ropes I cannot win, I cannot lose I’ll tell you what, I will not choose Life and living is not a game Fame, flame, bane, insane The dichotomy is stress, it’s one in the same
“Where are you from?”, does not make sense, you know? A trav’ling childhood ‘fraid ain’t good, I vent And there and here and where e’er dad would go Over the stream and through the wood we went The time has past and now I’m here to stay I’d take a knee but really rather stand My Grandma's house is so darn far away She’s prob’ly listening to a Polka band What would my life have been like I can’t tell Along the streets of Marquette, Michigan A ringer every Christmas of the bell So near the place where I had just began I prob’ly think this every single day I wonder if i(t)’ll ever go away
Stress is nonprofitable Best, it’s unmanageable Dealin’ with too much of the Bull Surprisingly mean, rude, and unable
Nonprofits are stressful Worse, they’re unfruitful Gotta make sure coffers are full Moneyless makes them hit a lull
An entity in a capitalist system Make the wealthy the supposed wisdom Even if their ideas are dumb They still can withdraw and give you the thumb
Helping others should not cost a dime The most it should cost is energy and time Papers and paper money put some in a bind But some orgs and folks don’t give that a mind
Don’t let this stuff put ideas on the shelves The work won’t get done by fairies and elves Just keeping on thinking and letting things delve We can be the change we see in ourselves
Rancid dance Id!!!! Blame the goat kid.. Oscar’s trash lid Late night eBay bid
Waltz more with the Welch Grape juice makes us belch Belts leave big old welts Wrench left on the bench
Arabs do dabs with their black labs Not with Ahab showing off his abs Catch another cab Not another crab
Did the moonwalk while MJ balked Even when OJ walked Or while Oprah talked And, yes, the opera rocked
Ballet with the fillet Apply Bengay to the souffle To the dismay of the fiancee Just don’t call her the dreaded “Bae”
Polka with your ruca Folk’s’ll get their pucka’ Yolks’ll get their peppa’ Argentinian Salta
Mosh pit pulpit Pit bull pit boss Tone deaf Bosstones Death metal mettle to meddle in death
7. Hustlin'
Dawn
Locationally Confused
Jacked Up
Denialist Nihilist
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Hustle, work, make bucks, get change, pull tricks, perform tricks, screw over like a dicks Slang mang, fly by the seat of your pants, get green, go gold, swipe here, insert card there Play football, mo’ money no problems, no money mo’ problems, show me the money Hurry up and wait, take them at their gait, you can never be late Live but fast, don’t make us wait like freight, break the brake don’t take the take Sometimes forsake, feet reiki feelin’ shaky, eggs and bakey for the wakey Show and tell in hell and Taco Bell while the felon’s felon fell on Phil No Recess the abscess, don’t second guess the mess but bless the flesh Bunny mansion money, feelin’ funny not too punny, diarrhea and nose runny Scrooge McDuck, the cuck, tryna make a fuck tonno trucks O’ bucks Ebeneezer Scrooge splooge screwed a ruck O’ rubes without tubes Boobs for newbs, rudes for dudes, hooty whose? What a shame game to blame a flame for a dame’s Great Dane Hung or hanged, gun just banged, cops were flagged, price was hagged Lesbo tits for t.A.T.u., you can get with this or you can get with that Goat cheese, oh please, eat it with ease ‘til the goat udder bleeds Deez nutz won the vote, denotes the lack of hope in the pope of dope rope Run faster, jog faster but not running, walk faster but not jogging, crawl faster but don’t stand up Open your watch filled Inspector Gadget jacket and jack it up Ask for directions, offer coats, get money, go the wrong way Stop at the stoplight, white van speakers left over from the natives, never been used Sell a perished parrot to a poor plighted blind boy Into the matting, into the padding, They’re G-g-g-g-g-great!!!!.. Just do it, Have you had your break today? Break me off a piece of that Kit Kat Bar The dove dove into the grove grave and was never seen again
Dawn.. Glad I bought that charger for the phone for the kidses subbing Chico concert Couch crashed Uber hailing Smooth sailing Why’s the sky so so pailing? Bailing, “Have a good dayling” Kids complaining I’m explaining Roomie raining No one shaming Lunch time leaving Eyes be fleeting Fire deleting Animals bleating “Apocalypse Now” “Is the cat OK?” “I don’t know but I hope so, kid” Subbed teacher glances down The long dawn of a new day
“Where are you from?”, does not make sense, you know? A trav’ling childhood ‘fraid ain’t good, I vent And there and here and where e’er dad would go Over the stream and through the wood we went The time has past and now I’m here to stay I’d take a knee but really rather stand My Grandma's house is so darn far away She’s prob’ly listening to a Polka band What would my life have been like I can’t tell Along the streets of Marquette, Michigan A ringer every Christmas of the bell So near the place where I had just began I prob’ly think this every single day I wonder if i(t)’ll ever go away
Why list the blessed blistered wrist that got twisted when resistin’ a kissed baby cyst that was missed and then christened with tacks and with ticks That a mad lady nixed that was shatters and, shits, I’ll go live in the Ritz. Ain’t pumpin’ my fist All the glamour and glitz And the game showtime blitz All the Kat’s and the Kits Even kitten mitts Danger havin’ fits By the sounds of Its All the exes and icks All the sexes and sicks The vex of the Vicks Pay tax on the tix Grab bag is a mix The hacks and the hicks The duck has no dick The dink had some dank The wonk had a wank The skunk had a squirt The narc had a Nerf Wear a scarf whilst you surf What’s the worth of the turf When the earth gave birth To a Luna or Lurch Whether last, weather first Whether best, weather worst Thirst for the Durst That bizarre shit that works I just ripped off the twerp Wish I lived in a yurt Or a hole in the dirt Grab a tube of yogurt Reading Kurt Vonnegurt It just hurt, everything hurt When you’re in a growth spurt People being a jerk Jump a car, make it vert Blah blah blah, the Young Turks Ain’t no chorus, just verse No I’m not being terse Whether Bessie is worse While that Lass wears her furs And the fox picks up burrs What’s a him, what’s a her? What’s a chap, what’s a bird? What is that, what’s the word? Doesn’t matter, all absurd
8. Smoke
Home
Royal Teen
What’s in order
Whoops
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Smoke to choke not from the toke Was a bloke but now I'm broke All my spokes are now misspoke Over the hills all draped and droped
Fireplanes, fire flying Firecopters, fire dying Firefighters, fire lining Firehose, fire splining
Family heirlooms, family pets Family house, cigarette Family matters, family friends Friends are family, don't pretend
Come together, one and all Let's get back up after the fall Lost a lot of shopping malls Some good from it after all
I love lamp, don't love Camp Wish the place was really damp Keep on waiting, don't need hating Sometimes feels liberating
Home is a 4 letter word I hate the idea of home Homes change with the wind Homes disappear with the wind Sometimes you wind up in a home Sometimes a home winds you up Home that are wined and dined Homes that are whined and cried Dried and dyed and died Homes that are bought Homes that are sold Homes that are white Homes that are gold Homes that are bold Homes that are trite Homes that are doled Homes that are taught Distraght Begot Forgot Shot Hot Ought Naught Not Homes change Homes drain Homes chain Homes derange Why go home, Garden Gnome? Bone Home Home Tone Home Phone Throne Home Where’s home? What’s home? Who’s home? Honey, I’m home!! Home Alone Honey, I shrunk the kids at home alone. Jerome’s home Apartment home Town home Ranch home Gone fishing? Gone home. Home is where the heart/stuff/family/friends/pets/furniture/mail/childhood/first is???? I don’t like my home(s) cause I don’t like the definition..
Wean the queen off the obscene amount of gleaned bean Pretending to have intervened a fiend with cleaned lean Reamed A beam of a dream on a trampoline Keepsake spleen Because a mean Gein used Bleem! to play Red Dead Redeemed Thinking about all the freeing we can do by getting rid of royalty being Always feel like en- -ough of me is genes Duke wearing jeans Them’s names is Jeans Not spelled with G’s Filled with glee Can’t be free With money, Monarchy Malarkey Throw the key No more power or authority No royal titles positively Buckingham Shelter sounds much more egalitary Yeeee!!
Order within which domain Order or there’d be no game Order food, bring here, proclaim Order in the court when they hear my name Order it online. Over a week???? Profane!! Order should say James, alas, it’s Jame.. Order here Order there Order kinda everywhere Order this Order that Order hors d'oeuvres for a cat Order dogs to walk and run Order dogs to not have fun Order dogs to bite their tongue Order over every Rover Order on the cliffs of Dover Order shamrocks, or were they clover? Order it, it costs a quarter
Too bright To B Right Too fright To fight 2 freights 2 frigates 3 flights Spinner fidgets Finger digits Getting rickets Come on, hit this Pants on, britches Shirts on, can I fit this? It’s on, skin tight ditches Right wrong, whichizit? Right left, ambidextrous N’ SEW it, yeah, the compass SEWN up now with Polaris Smith and WES’N on the chorus ‘SWEN the druids at the Stonehenge Then the fluids don’t quite hone ledge Drip drop down and get yer head wet Come on now I know you’ll take the bet Trigger kept Figure that Can’t go back That’s a wrap
9. TRIP
Quiet
Chyclicaos
Time?
Beauty
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Tried to take the train to Tennessee to talk to Thomas Travis Thorpwhipshire the Third to track triple troubled traphouses through TCU that Really roused rabbled ramps round rabid rounded rhinoceros’ rectum rags Inside ingenious inclusive icy Inuit ideas itching included irreversible ideations Perhaps put placed plain purple pants panting perilously, profusely performed perfumed penguin pops past pernicious pantomiming pelicans
Quiet I’m quiet Really quiet Extremely quiet Listening lots quiet Verifying plots quiet Connecting all the dots quiet Withering, dying, and rot quiet Shimmering, shining, and drop hot quiet Ringing ears after Quiet Riot quiet On a diet conserving energy quiet On a pilgrimage commemorating dead quiet Thinking ‘bout naming kid’s WIlliam or Wyatt quiet Deciding between whether Hilton or the Hyatt quiet Stare at a deliberating face and if I buy it quiet Smell, see, and taste food guessing whether my friends will try it quiet Watch the dog in the crick entertained as my friend tries to dry it quiet Locked outside after a long ride without a key trying to pry it quiet Tried to come up with another good line but ended up C’est la vie it quiet Angry that clowns got a really bad name in movies a culprit goes by It quiet
Every day the sun goes by With the moon following behind Every place the wells go dry As the folk are wined and dined
With the moon following behind Street light trick the feathered and furry As the folk are wined and dined Mother Nature plans her fury
Street light trick the feathered and furry Critters scurry and skitter away Mother Nature plans her fury Shake and Baking in the Bay
Critters scurry and skitter away Humans sit and cry and beg Shake and Baking in the Bay Roads hot enough to fry an egg
Humans sit and cry and beg Gaia sobs but snubs the slobs Roads hot enough to fry an egg Mars and Jupiter with applause
Gaia sobs but snubs the slobs Every day the sun goes by Mars and Jupiter with applause Every place the wells go dry
Time doesn’t let experiences be forever. Time is the big misunderstood barrier that is hard to consciously take account of. What do I enjoy but how long will it be enjoyable? How long can a perfect moment last until it is imperfect? What is a good time? What is a bad time? When is a good time and how long is it? When is a bad time and how long is it? If you have the time, how long do you have it for? Are you sure you have the time? The obvious questions are when did time begin and when will time end but really that’s asking what’s time? What time is it? So relative Are we talking about rocks rounding a fire? Since when we can see the farthest back? Space time so looking further in space is looking further in time? Are our eyes timepieces then? Is time just distance in space travelled? Since we measure time that way, it sure seems like it When did time become measured and managed? Is time management us managing time or time managing us? If time’s relative, what’s a slow rabbit and a fast turtle? Am I on time? Am I late? Is anything actually late or physically right on time? Are expectations timely? Is punctuality morality? Does anyone really know when, or does when just happen when it wants? When whening away when it could be winning Lost in Time Aren’t we all? Is time just a human tongue trick? Is time just an insufferable dick? Is time travel really so slick? Did the hen come before the chick? Yes, no time rhyme there Is time a square? Who keeps the time? Is time a possession? What represents time or is time immemorial? Always here without a say in what time is Being used how to divide things up and put things in order unconsciously Is time a tool of the tyrant? If you have eternity when you die, you can spare your time on Earth? Is time good to gamble with? How can you best use your time? Is it your time to use? Do you owe your time to anyone? Does anyone owe you their time? Just gimme a second Take a hot minute Keep rushing hours Make your day Weeks are weak Months are meh Year’s for real What’s your circadian rhythm? Are you aware of the seasons? Or wake up, work for a reason? Keep your schedule, don’t take time off Vacation time is in short supply, use that time wisely Staycation now, you get more time off and less time travelling Don’t be late for school again Teach timetegrity to toddlers Wake the kids up, they can sleep when they’re dead Or when they’re dead they’ll have all the time in the world Time is important, you must be ON time No OFF time Time OUT for bad kids The worst punishment is eternal Is the best reward eternal too? How much time until I’m blue in the face? When is it my time? When is it your time? All the time? None of the time? What time is it that we’re talking about? Time has gone nuclear If the bell saves you, was time trying to kill you? When is timely? Untimely? What’s your favorite time and why? Don’t forget to write the date, time is important Can you opine on the times? Age ain’t nothing but a number of times the Earth has rotated around the Sun since a beings birth But that’s relative to Earthlings only Time affects the living as much as the unliving A lot of times, the unliving live longer than the living lives Rocks are on a geological timescape If the hills had eyes, they’d see much more than the life living on that hill Are the unliving living and, like humans to ants spatially, so miniscule chronologically that we’re unconscious of their consciousness? Is time the great divide? It’s time to understand what time is It’s taken way too much time This is the time Not yet though I have time to keep going How much time can you spare? I could talk about time for an eternity But you’d know I was lying, no one has time for that Game time, bread and circus, to pass the time and forget the sign of the times What time were you born and the date, there’s your sign Holy times, holy days, holy years, holy months God slept on the last day “No, I was just resting mine eyes!” Took him less than a week to create everything including time, give him at least 8/24 Took time to create time, how ‘bout that? Or maybe it’s never your time and you’ll keep coming back with a fresh new set of times With reincarnation, is time meaningless? Not if you remember the good times and keep coming back more Buddha Then who judges your time as good or bad? Timeless Nirvana In Utero My time is only available to me Your time is only available to you But we all still find time for each other How relative is time human to human? Is time subjective? Is my time longer than your time? Is it shifted and warped dependent on our total time to keep the same amount of time for all? Is time fair? Is time objective? Is time imaginary and all happening at once? Why is time going forward now? Would we even notice if time was going backwards? Is time doomed to repeat itself? Time will only tell But can time tell time? Or is that self incriminating? Watch the time on your watch Clock the time on your clock But don’t watch the time on the clock, that’s a waste of time Can we account for wasted time and get a refund? Do you remember the time you didn’t want to remember? How much time until you don’t? Is it easier to remember a good time in the past, a bad time in the past, a good time in the future, or a bad time in the future? What if you don’t know if the future time will even be real times? Is worry just timemotion? Anxiety? Stress? Is the brain the body’s time organ? Keep the heart pumping on time Go to sleep on time Keep breathing on time Remember that time the tiger was running at me, I know how much time I have to react A Time Compass Navigating our body’s through time Muscle memory can keep life going in the now The brain can take us back and forth through time space and into space where time might not exist or times that can not exist Or are there times that can’t exist? Is there more than one time? How many times could there be? Could there be infinite amounts of times? Is another word for time, universe? Time’s got no where to go It ran out of time Time Fin
What a pretty word All the vowels & high pitched but not squeaky French but not Opinion & differing modalities “Real” “Fake” Mental Physical Ugly beauty Pretty beauty Strong beauty Frail beauty Young & old beauty Scold for beauty Praised for beauty Killed for beauty Sacrificed beauty Eye of the beauholder Beastly beauty Humane beauty Tooti fruti rudely beauty Dried up beauty gets wet from beauty Booty from the foodie beauty Duty to find beauty in all Beauty tall beauty small Beauty @ your beckoned call Maybe beauty @ the mall Brainfroze beauty has been stalled Thoughts of beauty Beauty haunts Beauty packed up in a box Oatmeal bath, beauty chicken pox Beauty @ the sound w/ waves & rocks Beautiful people getting doxxed Beauty hen Beauty fox Beauty bear Beauty Goldilocks Mirror mirror on the wall Who’s the beautiest of all Beauty sounds Beauty sights Beauty smells Beauty nights Beautifly windy for Beautiful kites Beauty face mud but not in your eyes Beauty face mask Hide your face for a bit Beauty a task Just a silly gambit Beauty body only for the fit? Beauty in mind Can you handle it Piss their beauty away Make one feel like shit Beauty in bugs Beauty in bogs Beauty on the bus Beautiful Cogs Beauty in gears Beauty to fear Beauty to hear Beauty that’s dear Beauty that’s queer Beautiful Queen Beauty obscene Beautiful clique Beautiful quack Sick w/ a beauty You’ll never get back Beauty in rhymes Beauty in games Beauty in names Beauty in flames
10. Money numbers money numbers
Living (O/I)n Time
Mellow Happy
Beginnings of ends
Wenyur
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Money numbers money numbers How much do you have? How much have you had? How much had you bad? Money numbers money numbers Is it just a game? Is it really lame? Can we make it tame? Money numbers money numbers How much have you got? How got til you rot? Will it get you shot? Money numbers money numbers Blingin’ all the way Fillin’ up the sleigh Til it gets you slayed Money numbers money numbers Made up by the bank Faking all the swank Til it all gets tanked Money numbers money numbers All the ones and zeroes Zeroes turned to heroes Heroes cause they’re weirdos Money numbers money numbers Nerding out on math Paper made bath Probably the wrong path Money numbers money numbers Ooh your numbers big Make others do a jig As you take a swig Money numbers money numbers Just another vice Addicted to the ice Not being very nice Money numbers money numbers Make em go away Time is all I’ll pay No I won’t be swayed Money numbers money numbers Collective ‘magination World wide plantation Crossin’ all the stations Money numbers money numbers Accounting subjectively Amounting too much to see Acrimoniously Money numbers money numbers Ownership control Keep ‘em on the dole Pay up to save your soul Money numbers money numbers Making up the rules Worth less than gold for fools But still makes many drool Money number money numbers Any denomination Used for domination Don’t have none, damnation Money numbers money numbers Won the stuff by chance Gave another glance How much just to dance? Money numbers money numbers
I’m out here living on time And I’m just in time How do I feel: “O, fine.” Saltier than brine Was I living under time Or off time? Did my beat not match the rhyme? Thankfully in time And not out of time When do you cross the line into divine time? In time to dine? Start the poem off with “I’m” Turn the poem on with the “rhyme” Time counts off with or without wind in the chyme Time runs out, no, just turn the clock wind Already used “dine” but not “dined” or “wined” Jamming rhymes with reason, might be fined Damning try with treason, firing squad line Which side? The one with pride or those you chide? Take a ride or take a stride Find out what’s going on inside Do that and time may subside Fried? Then time you will abide. Dried? Then time was tried. Cried? Then time was a guide. Vied? Then time was a ride. Time collides with matter Matter collides with other matter in time Matter moving is time Give it time Time gives it What time matters when time is matter in movement Time is sound Time is touch Time is taste Time’s a rush Take the time to think through time Time your time thinking about time It takes time to think about time How long is too much time and for what? How short is too little time and for what? When is the wrong time and for what? When is the right time and for what? Can time be wasted? When you’re wasted are you wasting time? When did now start and when will it end? Is “now” subjective? Is “now” longer and shorter for other beings? When has “now” passed and became the past? When have we arrived in the future? Or is it at the future? Why is time a grind? Are songs and movies with a rewind timeless? Time travelling fast forward Those vague times of “later”, “soon”, “then”, “TBA” Designated times based on the earth moving from a subjective start Resignated times like “end”, “death”, “fin”, “cut” Good time to end? Not Just Yet “Just” meaning close in time? “Yet” referring to something that will end in time? Time is hard to describe still with so many descriptors Is there space for time? There’s space time! Would time be needed without space? Is time created with space? Dilated time in the expanse of space Dilated for a time to keep the space expanded Birthtime Was the birth of time the birth of the first time keeping creature? Did time matter to matter before? Did the elements make sure they reacted on time? Isn’t time inherent? You have time to react…. or not.. Make time protract…. or not.. Time’s abstract…. or not.. Time to retract…. or not.. Overreact with no tact and getting flack for a pact made to be kept for all of time Do pacts end with deathtime? Deconstruct time as a social construct Days/seasons/years, the real times Time you can track Time under attack? Can we go back? Weeks and months? Subjective time groupings Exact time only found with a instruments Strumming Caesiumm 133 Julian, Mayan, Gregorian, Chinese Nothings exact with none of these Time keeping and accounting for control? Phone chime chide about your face time? Phone chimes about your lack of work time? Lose dimes if you forget to punch the clock time? Trick a dog with a bell after enough times? Saved by the Bell or saved by the time? 9-5 time or retired time? Time to vacation? No, no vacation time. What do you have time for after selling your time? Is your time for sale or is your labor for sale? Hourly or salary? Stuck to a schedule? Can you return your money for time back? Will your time inflate over time? Do you lose your vacation time every year without spending that time to take time off? Is your time finite or do your choices make it so? How much is your time worth? Is your work worth the time or is it a bad deal? Could you spend your time on something else? Are we stuck in clock/calendar time instead of natural time? Will this clock/calendar time stand the test of time and which time is testing? What time did Jesus die exactly and shouldn’t our year start on Easter then? Does our time even make enough sense to matter? What’s so Common about this Era and will time make it uncommon? More of a vulgar era marked by 2020 trips around the sun star How long has our year been this long? It takes time to determine the time with so many times to account for. Remember the time? What time and where? I remember how I was spending my time that one time that one event in time happened If a tree falls in the woods and no one hears it, when did it fall? How much time did the woodchuck take to chuck wood if he could chuck wood? Is time so relative it matters who is keeping track? Is time so relative it matters only to those keeping track? Is time just reactions to weather/climate/ecosystem for trees? Is time just reactions to weather/climate/ecosystem for non-human life? Is time just reactions to weather/climate/ecosystem for humans? Is time just reactions to movement/space/interactions for the universe? How far does time reach in space? How far back does time reach? How much time is left for everything? Or is time strictly subjective?
I’m Mellow happy And Some call it nappy I’m Definitely not crappy Though it sounds kinda sappy I’m not in the Gap, see I ain’t gotta sweat bead Like a cat with some bread to knead Lounging after a feed
Nothing big going on Listening to your favorite song Like the show with the gong Crooked like a Zong Not in the mood to bomb Never really wanna Psalm Maybe time to call my mom Didn’t wear a suit to prom Actually homecoming Not that bigga something Never been the king, not a fan of rings or flings, dings, and eating pigs Win the bigs, not the Newton figs, yeah it fucking figs, scientist Higgs
I’m Mellow happy And Some call it nappy I’m Definitely not crappy Though it sounds kinda sappy I’m not in the Gap, see I ain’t gotta sweat bead Like a cat with some bread to knead Lounging after a feed
Hangin’ with fam, still not eating ham Slam the spam in the AM, buy a car with a blem AHem, amen repeat over and over and feel that frein(d) Jesus, Hey Zeus he’s your man, Hercules, close enough, why not, simple plan Fill a bag and watch for a mellowdramatic frag of a TLDW doc that could get flagged Bean bag hang not a bang just a flang, Beamed Jag flame not to blame or shame Lay off the riches, hitches with ditches, Abercrombies and Fitches, Bruises and stitches
I’m Mellow happy And Some call it nappy I’m Definitely not crappy Though it sounds kinda sappy I’m not in the Gap, see I ain’t gotta sweat bead Like a cat with some bread to knead Lounging after a feed
Sprout Sprite Rout Rite Bout bite Out, Aight? Shout shite Grout bright Clout kite Drought dried Trite trout All about Word noun’t Crave kraut Rave count Get bount Range route Manged hound’t Deranged browed Can’t change, bowed What a strange cloud Why’d it get loud? ‘fraid I di’n’t frowned Got turned upside downed Flat earth isn’t round Put me in the ground Whadaya mean endowed? That the horse and sow’d Make it through the crowd Kitty cat done meowed Makeup puffed and powed Made up rough and rowd’ What’s up Gruff & Proud? Cheerio chowd’ Wedding vowed Disavowed I don’t know, how’d? Kleenex Me next Been vexed Pentahex
When your eyes feel open when shut When your thighs are achin’ like an old mutt When your ears keep aringin’ when the cord’s cut When your feet keep apoundin’ to a good strut When your face is gilden like King Tut When your mouth is shielded from diggin’ a rut When your heart goes flat like a halibut When your belly’s fat, none gone to the butt When you find your brain in a clut When your esophogus’s filled with soot When your toes’re the item to jut When your tongue is craving an UtzsⓇⒸ When your soul shrugs it’s shoulders and “Schucks!” When you mole get scraped off and shoots puss When your nails get too long it’s a must When your stomach is feeling like guts When your balance is feeling a clutz When your feeling is balanced and just When your reeling is calling a bust When your dealing is causing some cuts When your feeding a faultering fuck When your smell stales and ain’t up to snuff When your body is bubbly busty and buff When your body is beat bent and broke When your smile is smattered with sad When your frown doesn’t make you look mad When your tears are because you are glad When your memories are happily had When your imagination is all that you have When your ideas make some go “Egad!” When your genes make you fiend and mean When your genes make you freed and merry When your blood is the color of berry When your eyes are color blind, blood’s a query When your mind is leaded you might fury When your nose is red and cheeks are cherry When your hands are out, I hope it means that you can carry
11. Pacific Play
Recording the Apocalypse
Poetry in Prison
I'm dying anyways
I wish I were a hummingbird
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I played with the Pacific tonight I spit at it and it stuck it’s tongue out at me Tried to piss on my boots, like a dog I laughed at it, it cried out at me I failed to sit, it wailed out at me The Pacific is too big, it can’t calmly help It thrusts you into it’s listening ear Stagger there staring at it Drowned into it Fiercely freeing you Pushing gales of “No one cares” & “Nothing matters, but that's alright” Appreciating it’s destructive power as I walk along a waved out boardwalk Laughing at attempts to stand up to it Personified, no. Deified, maybe.. Extreme respected force of nature, fershure. Knowing or unknowing, it shapes aeons Moved by the moon No song to keep tune with Waves with best friend wind Waves winding up and splashing with an unsanctimonious sarcastic stance White water to grey water Great grey water Wash me without the wetness Wave at me as I wipe my watery eyes Become my “Why’s your face wet?” disguise Blast the unceremonious sighes Wake me up from the sleepy dry Make the sound of the waves a silence Make the break of the waves a wall I squeeze the last of the Marble stick You put it out You put so much out You are drought Water that is unkind What, her? That’s unkind. Don’t mind a sea of fish to find But you are an ocean A salty asshole ocean with no notion Notating and berating and shaming Blamed and then put out the flamed What a name Pacific When are you at peace? When do your waves cease? When do you not crease? You’ll never see Greece You saw Grease And Number 2 Lot’s of Number 2’s Your just a big toilet to some Well, to all that you’re fed from Taking shit daily from all these things living around you Taking shit from me But do you know any of this? What am I even talking to? I’m indifferent to your power I’m indifferent to your being As much so as you are to my smallness If I am nothing then you are nothing and there is nothing on this big ball Or there’s a bunch of somethings and you’re the biggest of them all If the world is but a stage, is it you at the center, with all the rage? Unable to be caged Pacific Prolific Not in hieroglyphics Where’s your special on Netflix? You’re in need of geriatrics At the bottom, a buncha flicked Bics And a few people tied to bricks So now that I’ve dished a few licks I hope you won’t try and trick As I’m fit and fick Not tryna be a dick Tryna get this out quick Before you wet the wick Frick
How does one remember the end? What should one do when it’s finishing? Pull your phone out and Instagram it? Who gets to like your video? Who gets to interpret your writing? When do you just observe and be; with the memory flowing into the ether with your remains? Instead of watching, do you react? How soon is too late, how late is too soon? Do we ready the rockets and ruin another place? Can we just be satisfied with being at all? Should we just be satisfied with being at all? Is it now? Is it later? Are we there? Is it here? What is it? A percentage? All or some? Can we actually do it or is life stronger? Is one man’s waste another specie’s pleasure? Are they here and waiting? Are they conscious? Can we see who they are? Will they like our videos? Will they interpret our writings? Will they access our ether? Can we react and meet these folks? Is it too late or will we meet them soon? Will they be from another place and will we meet them there? Will they not let us leave and meet us here? Is life an us? Can life be an us? Is life continuous and a flowing ether? Can life consciously observe our ether? Can there be an ether? How far could the ether flow? How far can the ether go? Can we go with the flow? Is the ether matter? Does the ether matter? What is matter? What matters? Why matter? I want there to be and to be a mattering ether.
Poetry in Prison became my mission Even after fire, that was my decision Turning rhymes from dissin’ to to vision
Deeper than the color crimson Sweeter than a ripe and rich persimmon Sharp and with precise precision
In the classroom’s where we started Little small, so then we darted To the gym, classroom departed
Started off reading Mary O. together Changed it up and went lighter than a feather Poetry types for any weather
Poetry Slam with the Liberating Library Grit and guts not safe and sanitary Mellow, mean, mighty, and merry
We learned a lot, this wasn’t for naught These poetrys done hit the spot None of them have gone to pot Written word cannot rot Only unpublished might be forgot Don’t take much, just a quick jot On the map like Minot Energy like a riot Just remember don’t stay quiet
I’m dying anyways So why not? I’m dying anyways Could be decades or days I’m dying anyways Let’s blaze and daze I’m dying anyways When, feelin’ Marches or Mays I’m dying anyways Eyes will glaze as I gaze I’m dying anyways Dime crying penny ways I’m dying anyways Vine from morninglory days I’m dying anyways Time vying counting days I’m dying anyways Crime is a passing phase I’m dying anyways Rhyme suicidal phrase I’m dying anyways Beem me up if you’re up there Greys I’m dying anyways Bout half way to RB Hayes I’m dying anyways I’m trying this passing craze I’m dying anyways No time for maze I’m dying anyways
I wish I were a hummingbird Then I wouldn't say a word Feathers instead of being furred Really little tiny turds
Sit there like a helicopter Vice versa if preferred Zip zap zopped Whiff waft whirred
Beak for getting nectared Wings for getting flurred Tail feather back and forth Being a bird nerd
Hire Charlie, Bird Esquired Get the money, then he's fired Sucking honey, all rewired Not a bunny, not required
Baloney really, I'm just tired School's for fish, flocks for flyers Boys do wish, girls start fires Joys to dish, thrilled smoke pyre
Be a bird, that's my desire Even more than belonging to choir When I'm drenched, dour, and dire Pulling nails with a plier
Trying not to be a liar How are you? I've been much better Hearts been flying, flat, flustered, flubbed, flitter On the rub, better than bitter
Hummingbird, don't fly away You're company has made my day When I'm feeling between black and grey That gentle humming makes me sway
Stiff as a board, light as a feather Different sword, fight to come together If you want to destroy my sweater Do it when it's not cold weather
Flip flap flop, just can't stop Never wanna call a cop Maybe I'll shop until I drop Chip chap chop, beat Bebop
Zoom and boom, I'll leave the room All so I don't get consumed Swept away better than a broom Groom the grooms, I'll just eat shrooms
Bloomed this year, like a season Doomed this year for a reason Gloom this year, some call it treason Ruined this year while I be cheesin'
Flying fly, Apple of my eye Flying over pigsties, my O' my Sticks and stones will break my thighs Lots of people asking "Why?"
Dry like a desert, sweet like a dessert Fry like a pheasant, beat like a perp Try like a peasant, sneak like a flirt Spry and pleasant, neat and perked
I wish I were a hummingbird Please say the word Be healed and blurred Applied and assured