I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion
We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge of Good and Evil No higher steeple
I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile
Chose a path Not like the rest Takes a strength That can’t be matched But...
Working towards Common goals
I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love
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
Shake your ass Make a pass And let’s get down to business I’ve never seen A better dream
Don’t give me your heart I can’t bear that pain Being lonely hurts less Than giving you my name
Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi
I don’t sense much about the futur… I don’t remember a lot about the p… All I know is this blessed presen… A gift that too shall pass
There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you
Go ahead Do your thing I’m waiting With open wings
I like to walk the razor’s edge I need to tiptoe through minefield… Don’t worry I’m a Libra If I have nothing else