what the fuck you mad at me for
I told you all and more before
that my mouth has no zipper
so tell me what I can’t afford
I’m telling stories for the world wide
while you’re sitting back making shorts
no talent-no lie
And you’re way back behind me
so it makes sense that you’re talking-
behind me
But I got my rear views in clear view
so you and you and you and you-
I see you
It’s no new news to me
that cowards and envy mix well-
female cocktails
so take this as a unfriendly, well-
farewell
dammit they’re after me
yapping what a catastrophe
envy and hate for me
behind my back you see
but it’s cool to me
they’re in back of me
follow the leader and see
dammit they’re after me
kickingkings:
poor
again
restless
again
sheep
they fly
no sun glasses
they fly
through my room
I’m a farmer
I lie
compulsive
Sheep
singular and plural
not a lie
what a noun
I continue
to count.
“master caster
bink fast ya’bastards
and fish for my phishy taste
blaze on a liar with lighters of dragon’s breath
mess around too fast and see yourself with nothing left”
At six years old I was like-
“what the fuck is this?”
But anyway right back to the thick of it, the brick of it
a mixer in chocolate puddling don’t get your tongue stuck on it
moms yelling at you, chasing you, wood spoon abusing you
and sooner or later that hens going to crack your egg
and when that day comes tomorrow, you’ll be like -
yesterday I…
