"What Am I To Think?"
Tailor-made suits lined the auditorium, worn by enthralled historians
Gathering thoughts to explore decorative arts, all this shit wore me thin
I paused to swig some gin, standing where the door begins, awaiting our turn
Five people in front of us, Julie stood calm, only thing left misplaced were my nerves
"This shits lame, Im not a nerd." I snapped so she snapped back, "Please, just shut your trap.
Why must you act like an ass?" I told her I was sorry and thatd Id stop running these laps
Two behind now, trying to keep a certain smile for this one hell of a perfect mile
Even though we were like ink so close to paper, its like our thoughts were words in denial
Finally, it's final...we stepped forth towards this smorgasbord for art lovers
I find it hard to summon any insight and I wont even make a smart rebuttal
To utter, I feel like the centerpiece of a puzzle, all tossed up, disheartened and shuffled
So I kept my mouth shut, and waited for her to begin so I don't start some trouble....
....It seemed she found it hard and she struggled for the right words to say
"It hurts this way Cai, and my words my provide a little earnest mistake
The girl and the octopus are in love, troubled by the struggle of survival
They try to adapt their differences into one subtle rule to abide to
Although they look happy, they can never advance in life's evolution
Who knows? Maybe the fish will spear a human and dance in light of a solution...
...That could solver everyones happiness."
I gave her a smile and asked if we could go.
She said , "See what I mean, though?
Why do you gotta be like that...
I should smack your ego!"
I told her I don't agree, that this art is wack, if we had kids I'd condone it
And yo...
I gotta write a verse on the same piece for Netcees...
..but I think Im gonna no-show it.