Verse 1:

Unable to remember his name,
Clawing at his arm with a spade,
As if to say, his vein was right there,
Fair,
Is a fairly, misappropriated term,
Internally contradictory digesting a dry ice berg leaf,
Turn cheeks,
In the same direction as the handles,
Sink into the darkness of the blind eyes painted in the same hue,
As those drawn on cleopatra’s tomb,
Macadamia toasted
To the same tan macedonian cultured idea of social order,
Mental disorders lament, the misprints, and the fitness of misfits,
Who attempt to run this sunstripped, rusted, gun ship,
Punted into the hands of the litters runt,

CHORUS:

Funded by crossed signs, all blood types,
Accepted and praised by, donating hoards,
Taking shelter from the rain with cardboard,
Fixing karma’s picture with narcissism is an art form

Verse 2:

Synthesized bones, hollowed into horns,
Signal storms,
Conche, caught in the firm grip of ruler Monche,
Two o’s can’t occupy the same space at the same time who’s the head honch,
Oh great, the warrior poet and philosopher turned his soap box into a milk crate,
And penned fates, to the same tape,
As the insect wings that couldn’t escape,
A calculating obsession with needles for pins sake,
Eclipse your ellipsis with the wait,
All the while nervously shifting weight,
Leaning towards a figure blaming gravity for the mistake,
Medicine balls knock the air out of your praise,
Two face or too safe, it can’t go both ways,
An ultimatum will split your tomato,
The faint painting your tracing,
Will color your faygo, just lay low,
Don’t tango with the peach and mango, tea drinking angel,
Depressive genes, please, you’re too far out of your lane,
And two steps away, from a kiddie pool to play with the concept of pain,
Clapping like a hundred pigeons taking flight,
Telling me how many choices are left to make this right,
Maintaining the power of self through passing of might,
Defaming the grandeur of all else with hindsight,
Of course I can shine if my mind is fluorescent,
I’ll leave guessing, to the second thought undressing,
The future with it’s eyes, my lines pine,
For a chance to split trees,
Made of money and give away the seeds,
A helping hand, empathy, or charity, it’s all the same thing,
As long as you are not judging,
Don’t look at this as a lecture just gentle nudging,
But feel free to continue with the ear plugging