Notes from Da Underground

yo, yo, yo,
i be edgar b,
all the girls know I drive a bentley.
They my biscuits, my oreos,
They hang around me like yo-yos.
They go, "baby, can i ride with thee?"
I go, "bitch, this ain't shakespearean!"
You wanna roll, you gotta blank on these!"
They think they my ponchiks,
my sour cream blinchiks,
my evening condensed milk and tea;
They call me a rascal, 
Yo I'm done with Sonias.
I'm a romantic,
the king of spain,
if you got a dog,
 he'll pass along,

my love song to you.
 
Blank, don't funk wit me,
I'll make you blank my blank,
and blank my blank.
You'll be like "its so scrumptious-mumptious
Think I'll have some more of these,
And so on and so forth."

Blank, here I am,
In the hollywood Hills,
smokin bowls,
spitting truth,
Who would fight Mike Tyson
for a Million and Two?
Floatin on ideas,
for reality TV,
who would get in the ring
for a Million and Three?

...

People sigh sweetly -
in a smile out of which
escapes relief -
when into their rooms,
they retreat.

And sinking softly,
into their pillows,
they can sleep.

A Day Removed

Oh, but to feel,
If for only a day removed,
That familiar fear,
Which haunts me still:
When fallen off Passion's peak
And into a yearning,
Oh, to feel again that burning!
Let me be uncouth,
And indulge in my fruit.
If for only a day,
Removed and replaced,
To hide the shame of such disgrace.

Dirty Girl

She said I never inspire you.
I said things to her
I wouldn't bother on a whore.
My heart is filthy,
my thoughts unclean...

I see images
but never
of you and me

fuckin around

Let death be as painful
as it is meaningless -
you know where I'm going with this.
It's fun to think about things
that never amount to anything.
Why philosphy?
Why bother?
You still go to the same store
to buy some groceries.
I'd rather not move.
I'd rather not exist.
The two, strangely, co-exist.
or they don't
who the fuck cares

sell crazy

artists, they speak of our grief and make money
refusing to be ordinary -
cigarette boxes, they're laughing at us.

documentary

Call me crazy,
But you all won't bother me.
People are looking
Off-color and shady.
Oh, I've heard warnings
On my TV,
Yea, from the warhead:
Things have gone
From bad to orange.
Nevermind those
who choose not to face this -
They'll be running 'round
crazed and hungry.
I've got electric volts
And a chain-linked fence.
You all won't bother me -
Oh, no you won't -
When I'm down there.

There's no one here to impress

You can't feel the flash,
but it's there:
it consumes you
the bottle that soothes you
your mother, whom you hurt.

Girl on Meds

You're too much
out of a book -
And I have read enough books.
I'm a conservative now.
I want a little wife and a home:
I want to make babies and eat them.

protocol

Better than a doctor
I can tell you for certain.
Don't matter
whether a line or a quatrain,
the mind is fueled
by the same obsession.