perjantaina, syyskuuta 30, 2005

moanin'

little this and
that is there anything at
all that derails
might from right
while child listens street fighting
men and at the end
i have calendula vulgaris in tunis
in my hand
push yer over
all great make all small even like
emperors emblem their pavement with
all the smallest
to walk on
grief! number one trill with fingers stuffed
between
black&white
major&minor, looser&killer, bush&burn

hold that tune at low
keep ballistics aimed, sticks
in my nosrils
who the fuck broke my
nose?
and cowbell, yes bells
nigger hits'em
without a rhyme

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