Maybe you're never really living till you've understood what death is
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So I touched the human spirit with lyrics some say are breathless
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It's that breathlessness that inspired my tired hand
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To write these endless epilogues that some call pretentious
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Living verse existence surviving, verse thriving in an environment
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Vitamin supplements and a government's removal of pensions retirement
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Empty out your life savings cause your wife's handing that knife collection
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Could have used some type of protection but you sliced through her midsection
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Even though the sex was great you want belly thin
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Didn't want to ruin the love canal and that's why you went too serried
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And everyone's got your own opinion, ask your librarian about the alien
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Legal aliens, vegan terrorist and all of the vegetarian activists
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Male malchy and alchemists grab a fistful of calculus pals
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Who dissed over the lack of apple cum math-or-piss
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Build but calluses on the phalluses of Alice and Wonderland-scapers
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Put on your happy face, here comes the hand shakers with sand paper gloves
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They wanna jerk you off with, to further off quick
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Cause I prefer the soft lips of a whore's kiss
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I lick my wounds and force my tongue into the opening
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Communicating with infections that took residence when I broke my skin
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I've learned their language now my infectious speech gets sickening
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But my poetry has become a scab lies just can't help picking
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Tickling too many worldly fancies whimpering on my hands and knees
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Crawling fast through laundry mats pilfering girlie's panties
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Ya heard me? Man please
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I ain't take nothing without paying except for school books and blank tapes
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Throw in a can-a-pee from a canopy can a pee brain hit me in plain day
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Are we game though we came with weak aim
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Strange famous strange famous strange famous strange
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Strange Famous (spoken word rhyme on 90.3 WRIU)
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| Sage Francis |
