[Mr. J]

*ahem*


I dwell in the emerald light, never surprised.
my spirit never survived the desolate divide.
my heart goes out to an extra set of the fries.
my mind is that of this unholy..weather-less sky
buck shot cause feathers to fly & dreams to end
the blanket is kicked off & I can breathe again.
i speak to wind, dance in death to tame the beast within...
never watered down even on your cheapest gin
these leeches pissed, creatures at the bottom of the latter
their hole is so deep I hope you brought em a candle
theres no point in words once you lost em at scrabble
no matter the arena, Im a polliwog you a molecule scrambled
Im jogging in sandals hanging at the soccer games
my memories are based on nonsense & a lot of haze
margarita maraca shake its going down like La Bamba
heyyyyy...
Im Damien on fathers day with a hallmark handmade
Forrest Gump running home with a ballpark fan base
run homey, the universe is divided into certain standpoints
my time is spent trying to evolve my Squirtle to Blastoise
sponsored by Bad Boy in my solar powered zoot suit.
when you are the shit what good could a shower do you?
the mice speak to me telepathically
they tell me that the world is mad at me
they tell me that they laugh at me.
the audacity...
the humility.
the tragedy...