I'm something unheard and bound under harbor sound,
But my words are heard loud
when I'm on the mound.
And with the vocal duress of
a lone thrush in a bush,
That's a quote from a book
of my local press push.
The doctor of ramble and word scramble,
From the land of proctor and
gamble and cop scandals.
Rocking soccer socks in
sandals like yeah bro,
Talking crude a tad too
verbose and way too close.
I'm colder than most,
Older than the youth.
Always under oath
And sober in the booth.
One man's filth is another
man's truth.
Big mouth filled with one long tooth.
Do you all?
When you find yourselves in your late twenties,
wanna make money.
Do you all?
When you find yourselves with three tens
you'd gladly ante on the wind.
The crucibles proof and fire fused, poof,
With the liars view un
der my skirt up. Dude,
You wanna peruse the tattoos
you heard word of?
Any excuse I can use to move my shirt off.
Girls used to fawn over my locks to kill.
Now the girls are gone and
I'm on minoxidil
I'm in decline but women
like be jocking still
Cause I rhyme with skill and
talk so chill and youthful.
Bird dog in the mating
yard to be truthful.
Quake 89 trading
cards with me tubes
So three white felt gloves are crucial.
Yes the one left one right
one neutral.
When you find yourselves on stage
running for fame wanting.
When you find yourselves well known,
you learn you're only more alone.
I can't sleep in rental cars or airlines,
yo
And so I keep a deck of
cards for down time.
The road and other solo
christmas and valentines.
No it's not the hobo's wish
list I had in mind.
Then when I'm free off a mission
I'm sorta like filled with ennui,
indecision, and more strife.
Life long bouts with depression,
lone fights.
Down in the town of unheaven, I'm fine in time,
though.
Standing with the will to start
a bike up hill with pride.
Ringing the bell and riding
straight outta hell.
But waterlines fine like ink from
porcupine's quils
Are etched beneath my skull,
but that's all.
Do you all?
When you find yourselves in the late
morning come awake yearning?
Do you all?
When you find yourselves amongst friends
attempt to blend in with the men?
I'd prefer to be some
unknown with a sports car,
Than pen the dumb pun
poems as a poor star.
You wanna just come home
through the courtyard
Your son run to greet you
with the perfect report card