two years ago
no friend of mine
asked me to pay the rent on time
so i said this rebuke
i'm about to say
fix the heater, and the broken window
if you want it your way
motherfucker.
it's always the same old thing
on my block alot like the next block
nobody ever needs to knock
and cops patrol every hour of the clock
on my block just like the next block
except it's not.
one, two, three, and to the four
deadbeat scribes and embeddable reporters
are breaking down the door,
and they are crashing through the floor
and yet another publisher's rejection
festers like an open sore.
give me a mic, the stage is empty
a feat like this might tempt thee
to flip some more houses
and go jogging in the rain
perhaps,
drill straight through
the galactic membrane.
