Disavow

 

I

G's or Jesus, trees or Free buzz, the cuss;

then all trying to gangsta South of Westwood.

Still North of Idaho, then Couer D'Alene bust;

disavow, was not my show, all the fidgets suss.

Then Chess and Trading Cards Massa-key loo's -

snoozing on Cocoa, Chanel-Dior and fake blues...

The true loosers, who charge ahead, like they must!

II

Know what you wanna, and what it may seam;

some seamless and Navels are not Seals nor Holy.

It seems to me, the bees and honey in petals scream;

Elephants in the China, sometimes packing ceramic!

Make your own show, don't go to vow the discord awry;

hustlers gonna dust, you hose ABC in the foundry.

Streets and established never gonna change a blink.

III

Assign me late, the sassy assassins of templates;

conned to the don, who thought windmills and tread.

Too careful and you're cuck, too brazen and temptress

makes your Ambers heard, while the Johnny's press.

Disavow, what this world thinks high and lofty beads;

then Jesus cast His pearls, those pigs and dogs reed!

For not being King among the blind, who wanted Hate...

IV

Everybody thinks, they vigilante, until the taxman comes;

rebel in the gilded cage, can't shadow-box out of Mortal Combat!

Disavow the diarrhea of lyrical precision bombers combs;

no deeds come to grace the meaning of those limetombs.

Like Chips of Potato and Dale, Chilli-spice posh kumquat;

fragrant and special, but no spacial to make a move; squat

for the people, save for the brand and the dollar bill, Show me!

V

Blowers of Boasting Flour, to make people not see past noon;

disavow, who only hoe the girls not on the field of work.

What's up dock, why do you triune the Nickel with the spoon

or is your mine full of demons, orks – thus hauling in groom?

We was lost in the last sentence, then tough guys obnox fork;

thinking new chess moves, what can't be put onboard cork –

tricking the hat and pimping the wine inside old skins gloom.

VI

Who knows, who shows, the mustard goes on the face scarred;

cash'n'grab the new bed and breakfast, screen the spread-sheets.

Excel in the temporal torque of translucent Torquemada touch bars;

then Thomas Aquino math your rhymes and dark sigh Mars,

while Venus was sent behind the Moon and Mercury lost creeps.

Chambers loaded with gums and goonies, who know but deep

blue and Chrome in the Bio – lessons in the rigid tree-hugging farse.

VII

Extreme made normal, normal made obscene – Pretty Woman;

still aghast that Ironman and Sherlock Holmes the pinnacle,

what Hollywood thinks, a Man can Jim Beam! Show Truman –

pain in the bottle, chasing between womanizers and betalambs.

Not even Jeanny could wish something to amend Garfunkel

singing Hello Darkness, my Old Friend, while Hotels of Oncle

California try Sam the sites of Kongregate Newgrounds stand.