i could almost taste the orange
of the neon in her eye
the streets so thick with smoke
and the old green dollar's tell - tale lies
the canopies all blew
off of the river and it's wares
the innocent boat men
and their old brown tell -tale stares
the mud under my feet was worn
with all the years of our decay
i shared a drink with a contract ghost
lookin' for a tablet and a kid and a lay
used for so many years
that pile up until the load's much too much
why not just wade in
and give ourselves whole-hearted to the master that we trust
i can turn away the desert
from my True-Black teevee
just brag about my trademark
and how much cooler it makes it to be me
i read a book about some true shit
then managed a baseball team to the great
month of October, basked myself in the glory
and then hoped that i'm not bound for the same fiction
of the page
rain, rain, rain in the dusk
while the city slips inside
we're suppossed to help them
while they themselves run so fast to hide
like one man fighting fire
while the others fall and cry
the others number in the millions
and they only care to advertise
the man that sold his daughter
will always be that man
no matter how you paint or perfume him
scrub his his image or scour his brand
his god does not make him a victim
no matter how your heart bleeds
every monkey has an agenda
therefore us monkeys are always droppin' seeds
like that one man fighting fire
while the others scream in rage
while i bask myself in perfume
and hope that i am not bound by a page
and that book so full of true shit
could just be full of better constructed lies
spun in a weave of contrast
better suited to justify my demise
as far away were my thoughts
and the canopies all blew
the innocent old brown boat men
were bringin' in some fresh new kids to screw
funny how easy it is for this old dollar bill
to tell his tell - tale lies as to anger the unfulfilled
funny how often they are darker than my skin
laugh out loud and shrug away this coincidence
the mason's declared supremacy when they won the cross
funny how the losers learned so well to air their loss
funny how they illuminate the faults of who i hate
funny how i'm just like you and hook up for the bait
just monkeys droppin' seeds that will root themselves
in blood
and other monkeys will come along and try to outlast
the sun
i bet it's funny to all the gods to watch us monkeys run
and cry out as our lives catch up with us to come alive
and shake our hands and illustrate with glee
how better to be monkeys and further spread our seed
i could almost taste the orange of the neon in her eye
i could almost feel the breath of another selfless sigh
i just almost wished that everyone i loved would die
so i could get this fucking question to stop gnawing
at my mind
Reason for writing:
d , g , a, f ,...
you could almost sing along
Birth sign: Aquarius
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