They can not see me
like Hitler
you'll be like hair
your sunken handle
A beer hated by the seasons
no lagers, now my name
the pox and the Marleys
Cheer, and a sweater
Never niecing the dirt
II
Yum, Money!
Macaroni
My Clyde-tear
Hoping I crack a semen
a goblet
on some baggy bullshit
It ain't chicken if you got it
III
I mill
Don't smell
her flour
Icy-like face
IV
Crystal wave,
data wave
If you get mugged
I make it all back to Murray
streets like sauce, man-sounds, cream salad
I wear ape-chains
like Spartacus
