Sitting on the recliner couch in my house changing the channel of the mouse.
before computers and space quarks saurkraut and
dwarfs and battle axes from gauntlet calm quick
i am the bomb kid
diffuse me.
dinner table life with the labtop and sock drawer of the white rock/
10,000 dollars in my closet yeah the shoebox. shoveling snow oh on the contrare/
i work steps like fat people work non fat blueberry muffins. (do you care?)
never ever to the 4th power like kanye
this poem is offcourse but I listen to everything my mom say, sometimes
when im on tour i think of all the drugs i sold and imagine if they were cds id be famous.
but i was too messed up to record then, i wasnt even straight enough to go to court then I only had like four friends
mom aba arnold and myself
my bros disgraced my tounge no taste
no one else. but me, my body, my mirror
and my face.