is
a chicken pot pie a chicken that got high
and
didn’t escape the gingerbread house witch’s pot
like
bugs bunny did because she was too stoned?
i
roam alone
but
rarely do i walk with a hand in mine
that’s
o.k. i guess
it
leaves both hands free to light cigarettes
and
twist the top off this bottle
i
love l.a.
you
can ignore everyone that passes your way
especially
the homeless guy that’s screaming
how
the clay in that love scene from the movie
ghost
was sexually abused
confused?
try
and decipher lyrics by michael stipe
i
want to wear yellow while playing the cello
screw
the black suit and the seat you
are
forced to sit in
dance
while you drain the strings
let
freedom ring without fellow citizens
having
to fall in the fields of fallujah
impeach
the petulant child
elect
mary mild
at
least her tweets will be sweet
“he
hath filled the hungry with good things;
and
the rich he hath sent away empty”- luke 1
or
was that hannah?
“they
that were full have hired themselves out for bread;
and
they that were hungry ceased:
so
that the barren hath born seven;
and
she that hath many children is waxed feeble”- 1st samuel
anyway
back
to the dark streets of decay
neon
lights and concrete gray
i
turn up uberlin by rem
and
start to dance
and
you know what?
in
l.a. no one gives a fuck
but
if you ask they will
speak
colloquial californian
recite
with justice and liberty for all
then
answer a text or call
and
walk away
because
after all
being
politically correct
fulfills
your civic duty
being
a cutie is all you really need
to
succeed in l.a.
which
is probably why my books only sell
in
europe
but
the exchange rate is enough
to
fuel the rest of this night
and
just remember
bugs
bunny was entertained by ignorance
it
gave him something to do
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