Thursday, April 14, 2011

spiced rum

liquor has not touched these lips in sometime
i might wanna do something about that

match nightcaps with daytime fitted or hoodie
no good, least don't think he'd go for senator, would he
doff the politic he'd much rather keep it home
and tell the grassroots he'll speak his own, out with nematodes
beneath the grime and grit peep the slime
primed to keep shine some crime inclined minds
climb the climes to bust through strata
doing battle using all the green pink and grey matter
surface dwellers outclassed and outweighed
someone cut the line to aquaman, shat where he lay
we mesmerized the ants to battletanks and flies to jets
could take an elephant till you know who's the nicest yet
get to know me, i'm the one who ate your neighbors
zombie mob noshing in payment for ancient labors
prophets or not like to claim we're praying for a favor
just preying on the lords and bosses savoring a leg
all he's thinking it could use a bit more seasoning
for him it's suppertime and ain't one to be reasoned with

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