Came up with the remedy for the chickpox/
or so you say in my inbox/
cheating people and blowing up s’posed to impress me/
More is never less, more is less effective, see?
Shorter lines/
Quarter mimes/
Give em your lunch money in hopes they’ll drown the bad times/
fruity longstick banana rhymes got you below par/
Lyrics the Pits, got you stuck in the tar/
I open my mouth and babes scream near and far/
Beatles scurry down the street like a Revolvar-
DOOR/I snore from the tearful bore/
thinking you invented all this shit, reppin like Al Gore
you got the wrong Demo if you come smacktalkin here/
Crat stuck in the tree, firemen falling on they derrière/
I Raq hard deep in the Bush/ all the jobs, they all cush/
cooked in the ov, you pushed, I shoved/
ran away crying, screaming "I’ll be back!" like Schwartznegger Gov/
Hasta La Vista, life of thrills/
Go help Ricky Mart with his La Vida Loca drill-
That means crazy life, add in "The"/
called you out for being a Son-of-A-
itch, still scratching after seven years/
nice hat, you call Fitch, it just donned me/
runnin round with your shirt off, wanna be Ambercrombie/
you try but fail/lie and flail/told you, you cry, no tail/ taxicabs, airport jail/
tears in eyes like recipient of snailmail/
mark halls, mark words, I got the HallMark pinnacle spitting knack/
Shim-shimmery style like glitter on the track/
Future minutes running out, no time to look back/
rear entry force like getting slammed with truck Mac/
I still don’t believe I’m here, Extension of the universe, Mr. KerouYak/
go back a thousand years, got the cavedwelling rack/
fistfought T-rex and shattered his teeth/
other dinos watched in carnivorous disbelief/
strangled Platypus cuz he’s got a stupid name/
took a ZBT paddle and flattened pus cuz I’m sick of the game/
one tells the other, May aced the linguistics course/
the whiners lined up, dying cats sound like Neil Young Crazy Horse/
crazy whores, fall in the giant pores/
lungs bleeding from ingesting moldy spores/
raking the backyard but leaves keep falling, never-ending chores/
no closet to come out of, but I’m still hiding in cupboards and drawers/
mouth split with open sores/
always make the wrong decision like Choose Your Own Adventure doors/
Silly bunny, my fur’s white but I lost when I battled the Moors/
come to the end of time, that’s for fuckin’ sure/
still traveling within my mind, extending apologies galore-
Osh kosh say oh my gosh!
walkin in late with the swish and slosh/
this scene the Pits, a mish and Mosh/
biting my own hand, using it as gnosh/
munchin down on all the style/
using your brains, wit and guile/
OPERATION gettin ‘cuted with a smile/
‘electro personality, phones on auto dial/
‘magnetic energy, hand-donut-to mouth/
poles connecting, hag, ho, slut and slouch/
all wicked names for fast chicks and slow talkers/
I got the bread basket on past tricks and dough stalkers/
you sought the dead and found oil slicks and spit hawkers/
Lonely my only the lone lie I live/
Phony I sit here, not so much to give/
Rin-tin-tin barked and out he came to me/
Huck Finn yelled "shark" and I guess he foiled thee/
floating down the river with an oar and wounded Ne-
gro
wn up kids with crooked lids/
too much crack while in utero made em hit the skids/
rows of drones and a tax of the clones/
paying for children devoid of food or homes/
praying for salvation, they all suffer alone/
buffer the chrome/
shiny outlook depleting like fading ozone
Bryan May
bmay@emarketmakers.com
