Back....Back Square

[Mr. J]

Moderately equipped as I forget what harmony is.
sang the same song that most apologies give.
anonymously quipped, written with the rottenest shit.
sometimes I think things get monotonous quick.
raise the flags & put that ship back on course.
backpack a forest & burn down the track & chorus.
things only I perceive under the cataract of Horus.
still water, double back or get collapsed in the waters.
stack of orders & no waitress to go & set em straight.
by the time the pens done Im on my seventh page.
soaked in heavens grace thinking of a better place.
if theres a chase, lets cut to it, chainsaw armed leatherface.
my conquest will obliterate the infiltration of nonsense.
biddy biddy bom shit...you just angry you cant manage
2 & 2 together equal 6 feet deep into a fat casket.
blat blat shit, that will have em call in Kaepernick.
the ball & earth is flat so support that ya patriot...
insane craziness, better than this other lazy shit.
arm ripped, rabies bit, root beer float mid 80s shit.
the moons out without the silver bullets connected
compound chemist, frogs tongue & all out hexes...
high end collective upsetting the low brow tenants.
& I was just pretending to see whats in the crystal ball
another rhyme thats throw away like where the pistol falls
conflicted thoughts that rest upon another distressed body.
if the flesh isnt devoured then the insects got me...
come & look at this fly shit maggots.
I know right? its a riot.........dagnabit