wake up, walk down the stairs
pour a glass of oj simpson is who you fear
when he close the fridge
picked up the ball point, straight edge
what he pledge, still leave victims disadvantaged

damnit.. wish the tip would split a spliff, unlit
to fill with piff get a whiff. instead the used bic
ignite flight of alternate kind. insight in sight to light
between eyes. even if sermons from the teach
they preached couldn't reach, mom beseech
he find a seat. instead he flee, runaway felon
fell on to a new daily routine. oh he, stuck in
an elevated state. tebow timmy. colorado sinning
on the east coast ironically. metaphorically
simple. unlike similes of simplicity that surround
his surroundings. but if i were he, it be paradoxical
in the manner i speak. because the mind is still asleep
wishing to be king, as i talk of my dreams..

as fellas seem to sex change. resembling keller
met a four; legged whore walking through the door along side
failure caught in dreams about success all day, with no mic
so how can two believe Jordan status is in their future
best put their feet down in reality, they won't see checks.
damn the art has been tainted. i wish admirers would flip flop
their attention. need intervention. from a divine spirit
this nation is in decline. listen not to the corrupt
spoiled from dairy quests. unless there is not a lack
of substance. which would support a controversial
decision to contradict. shun not because a lie was never spoken
just focus on the token, with notes padded on a notepad
ready for ears to observe them. just open
and allow entrance. and mental impotence will exit
(sigh)..
if you didn't comprehend, read a dictionary to understand
the diction..
or forever will you be conflicted between what is fact and what is fiction
get it..