Barbaric
This is the barbaric muse
I have been looking for
Even though I know you don't have the man power
or steady hands to pull off this procedure,
just tear away my writer's block
like your instincts naturally instruct you
Construct two nostrils in my cerebellum
so that I can dream to breathe
Because the lack of oxygen in my brain
is causing my poetry to beco-co-come hypoxic
Pop lock your way back down to my microphone
tap dance on the rainbows in my nightmares
Freddy Cruguer your way back from my page, to the stage
whether its when I write, or on the mic.
Reinvent me, teach me again to inspire
reign down with your fire
and fire
every unnecessary word that I hire
Show me again how to perfect this craft,
because I am tired of wasting your time...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment