Non-Rapper’s Delight

I just wanna be stupid
Bitch won’t even listen
Sittin in the kitchen
Wondering where is that chicken

Is it coming within
the range of feeling
That comes without healin
full of people just makin
Things people be takin
Without even attemptin
Walking up to that heaven

But even though you know
It takes two to go
Through with a plan
We both know

2+2 is 4
And we can’t go
to that show
while that ho
Is asking for more

even though
She doesn’t know
We are diggin holes
for the fools
that use us like tools
In a planet full of stools

For sittin
Not shittin
Quick Kickin
She’s quittin

On the people,
in the steeple
Waiting for the gospel
To bring them forward

Praise be
With me
You’ll see
Completely
Free
Within a need
To be more

Considerate of those
We pass with a daily dose
Of burning our close

Standing in the street
With burning feet
and torn up pleat

We raise hell for those
who never even chose
to let loose the goose
of life

Kakow!

Wablow!

Somehow

People can’t count
The ways the pout
Or dance about
Through political wars
waged in metaphorical means

Professionally me
Professional nouns hound
at the door through clouds of grey
and sounds that spray
Viscous salt and pepper mills

All signed,

Paul