stream of consciousness, big blue helium Sun, unmarked hydrogen bomb, artsy jazz poem meter, wifebeater in a whitebeater,Jelly for mortar
seven hundred tins and more
I build a Spam house
I've never beaten those kids, I've never abused those kids, I don't put my own selfish desire before my children.
I put my own selfish desire before my country because,
My country hung me out to dry
My country is just waiting for me to die
So they can cash in my Social Security number
America Inc. has the winning ticket
picket signs and pop culture bad boys
I never implied that pop is bad, pop is the best sex I ever had,
I think that the underground/indie circuit is EVIL
full of bloodsuckers living in excess, Mr. Hollywood by day
soup kitchen loyalist by night
blood-sugar-sex-magik is a mainstay at the Stadium Arcadium
where Californication is king and Freddy Mercury is Queen
if you know why the caged bird sings then sing-along
I don't love the drugs what we had was just a fling
it wasn't a Baltimore love-thing
hip-hop is dead, this is its afterlife and,
Utopia is the Greek word for "no place", how ironic
an imaginary ideal state
I planned this cantos in 100 parts
(but it continued well pass that).
composed of Greek and Latin legend, Oriental lore and spam poetry
I'ma be gone way past November...look, mind for sale: Mint condition,
manufactured circa '88, buy one get one free
and if it turns out ot be broken don't bring it back to me
A mind is the last thing I need, I need THC by the pound
I need angeldust sprinkled on my weed
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van go-Jamhuri
Goodbye-Jamhuri