T for thunder, hold your baby near.
Fear, thick like summer.
C for city, look over your shoulder.
T for Texas Ave., All New Fixtures!
W for window guard.
If you don't like the way it touch you,
you can't wait to make it stop,
you can find most any taker
who will take it off.
Cannot blame the bad news better.
Any gesture puts you off.
Soggy pleading tests your patience.
Which part of the face I made
you feel the mean no harm?
Here comes a sadness-flatted someone.
Slumped on his stoop, he squints.
Coupon-stupid, dodging busses.
Popsicle shirt-stain dribble.
When some poor mover beckons hither,
gestures with his jewel-set ring,
he will peg you as his brother.
He will love the song you sing.
Fear fraternal love unbidden.
Shrug-off any warm embrace.
He will string you on his necklace.
He thinks you are the same as him.
Yes, here he comes with horse-tail bullwhip,
pit with looks could leave a mark,
scarfing fists of Red Hot Riplets.
He dodges on his bike
strewn garbage.
Does it make my ass look fat?
Crack like a baseball bat.
Does it make me look like a cop?
I'm just recouping my losses.
Don't take me into your confidence.
I'm waiting on direct deposit.
Do you wear your anger like an outfit?
This is my creative outlet.
Chomp at the bit.
Do you like ice?
Do you like ice cold drinks?
Do you like bars?
Do you like bars of soap?
Wash out your mouth.
O for outlier.
credits
from Little Plant,
track released January 19, 2016
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