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- WORD SMITH
I write this with my right wrist
To be an author plus a writer
Does that make me arthritis?
My carpel tunnel is acting funny again
So I car pool in tunnels like paparazzi. Damn.
I didn’t say that, no that was my tourette’s
I’m on tour in Europe, rocking with The Jets
Audible like Brett, Audiger, so Smet
Not a metro-joe, but […]
- THREES
You doggone right
She’s full of herself
He took one look
His neck crook
And gestured a yep
Then she told him
She needed some help
She was tired of tooting her own horn
So he blew it himself
He flirted with her flute
And blew it to death
She come in humming herself
Who you fooling?
She pursued it herself
She’s the cougar
So he’s playing gazelle
And he’s doing […]
- STRONG DIS-LIKE
I know I shouldn’t use the word “hate”
I’m tryin
Mama said, you can’t say nothing nice
Be quiet
So I’ve been mime for weeks
But this meekness aint me
I’m tired of humble pie
I’m not lion, but need meat
I’m the nicest guy, um
You ever gonne meet
Till you hit my B side
Slice and dice you like beets
Tried to kill you with […]
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