blood pressures rise and fall
yule tides level out the all
understand me......comprende u
masters of content.......................
sides become square, anti-BEAT
bang a movement slowly
I say it, "neo no mo!" & just how
many ! pointa does it take?
the whys have it and the XYZ of
the 123 is the time we live in,
masters of content............................
you can quote me evryone of those
lines and it still does not matter
will you never see the tragi-comedie
dante's inferno, celines journey into
the darkest night, we never could get
that philosopher outta the soldiers
backpack, nor gertrude's rose is a rose
is a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
masters of content....................................wired
masters of content
all those drinks 99.99% agua
all them cerals air.....the demonic
capitalist consumerism machine
wrote a letter today, to KFC bout
this venue in the hood, any reason
why? can ya dig it Colonel we need
them nice chicken tenders too! you got em in the suburbs, why not down
here in the hood? can't wait for their
reply, and this time I want a refund or
equivalent coupons to make up for
that schlock I opend up when I got home............
all them cerals air.....the demonic
capitalist consumerism machine
wrote a letter today, to KFC bout
this venue in the hood, any reason
why? can ya dig it Colonel we need
them nice chicken tenders too! you got em in the suburbs, why not down
here in the hood? can't wait for their
reply, and this time I want a refund or
equivalent coupons to make up for
that schlock I opend up when I got home............
Bobby Z reigns supreme
and the idiot winds are
blowin' furiously out on
old Hollins street today
I believe that was the spirit
H.L. Mencken just flew by,
his neighbor Karen's comin'
over for gobble-gobble time
all over the U.S.of A. we be
downin' them birds, a merry
merry butterball day for sure........................
and the idiot winds are
blowin' furiously out on
old Hollins street today
I believe that was the spirit
H.L. Mencken just flew by,
his neighbor Karen's comin'
over for gobble-gobble time
all over the U.S.of A. we be
downin' them birds, a merry
merry butterball day for sure........................
little feats don't fail me now
as a matter-a-fact I wears a
size 12, cardomon rolls of a
snare drum that I once bid on,
ya see we had us a lil garage
band, broadway star for a front
man, lil red haired elvis presley
me I thought I was john, to me
lennon was the man, played that
guitar and bowed my legs, we had
a gas, teenage kids up on the stage
took me another 30 years to jump
back into the parade..........................
as a matter-a-fact I wears a
size 12, cardomon rolls of a
snare drum that I once bid on,
ya see we had us a lil garage
band, broadway star for a front
man, lil red haired elvis presley
me I thought I was john, to me
lennon was the man, played that
guitar and bowed my legs, we had
a gas, teenage kids up on the stage
took me another 30 years to jump
back into the parade..........................
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In Brooklyn
on
Patapsco Avenue
there was a hardware store
next to the union hall
with a huge neon sign
in the shape of a hammer
that jutted out over the sidewalk
where my teamster brothers and I
would congregate
with
a sword of Damocles over our heads
and swap our stories
old Hutch was the leader of our crew
he told a story about the time he was chaining down a load of steel and the foreman was rushing him
hurry up it is good enough let it ride
Hutch knew it was not right
but he let it go.
the driver was killed when the load shifted
"it was a terrible thing to see what remained of the rig that poor Danny was in" littlefeat
about a week later Hutch just dropped dead
a broken heart I think
lies all lies I am a truck I own you (anne sextonl)
on
Patapsco Avenue
there was a hardware store
next to the union hall
with a huge neon sign
in the shape of a hammer
that jutted out over the sidewalk
where my teamster brothers and I
would congregate
with
a sword of Damocles over our heads
and swap our stories
old Hutch was the leader of our crew
he told a story about the time he was chaining down a load of steel and the foreman was rushing him
hurry up it is good enough let it ride
Hutch knew it was not right
but he let it go.
the driver was killed when the load shifted
"it was a terrible thing to see what remained of the rig that poor Danny was in" littlefeat
about a week later Hutch just dropped dead
a broken heart I think
lies all lies I am a truck I own you (anne sextonl)
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