There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter
I passed through little Whitley t… And stopped where locals could be… When I pulled up, I heard a sound Angel’s voice in Dolby surround It was a sweet, but tearful song
Once there was this girl named Je… Tall and blonde and oh so dreamy Milky skin with essence steamy Just one look would make you cream… Told me that we’d be a team-y
I know we have a special bond Because we can’t help get along Find pleasure in the naughty songs And all the rights within our wron…
My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games
I only care about you when You exit from my life I only ahh-pper-ec-i-ate When I can’t taste your spice I only know that you are all
Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type
If they push you Push back And go for the throat
Ain’t no mountain high Ain’t no valley nigh When you’re in my sights
Walked a labyrinth And wrote a poem Then suddenly It all exploded
We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue
There’s one thing I’ve never had in my life And I feel I’d regret Not tasting the spice It’s lean, it’s mean
My parents threw me to the pits When I was just a little kid That’s why I only know the cold And loving touch is stranglehold
I’ve lived, died, born, thrived So many times I’ve lost count So it stands to reason Our divine evolution Is the only thing that I care abo…
I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less