I’ll Get It
I’ve got a big head but it doesn’t contain all of me.
I’ve got a big heart but it breaks so easily.
I see 20/20 vision and in full color but cannot perceive everything.
I’ve got a sharp wit but the double edge keeps swinging back at me.
Does desanitizing make me unclean?
Or unable or unwilling to see all the dirt that surrounds me?
Jade is not a color of green.
I hear music in my head as I write with a pen.
Sometimes it goes like this…
and others times like that.
Can you hear it?
Nas said I can be what I wanna be,
And everyone else calls him the greatest MC.
I march to a different drummer who switches up the beats for fun.
I walk and talk fast, but I always run.
I can’t see the forest for the trees right in front of me.
Each one is so beautiful and there’s lots and lots to see.
I talk loud too much, but only scream at myself in crowds.
I like to jump, but not too high which only serves to keep me off cloud nine. Out damned spot!
Hey your dog just bit me!
I really like cartoons, but only on Saturday morning.
I talk to myself too, but don’t tell anyone.
I hear answers in my head for questions I don’t ask.
I like to win at every single task,
But not if everyone else knows it.
I like back rows and empty movie theaters.
I fancy myself a pretty crummy poet.
I’m into self-loathing or self-deprecating
Because then my successes won’t keep me waiting…
I envy children for writing with pencils because everything can be corrected.
I love talking to people, but only one or two at a time;
If more seem to gather I blackout and wake up later.
I wrote my own obituary for myself at age twenty-one.
I’m the guy who does that, just for fun!!
I am also fiercely loyal and compassionate to my friends,
But seem to push a lot away with my stubbornness.
I’m only firm on a few things that I call universal truths
Like murder and suicide,
But disagree and I’ll kill you and me too.
I don’t like selling myself to other people
Because there isn’t enough of me to go around.
I don’t like selling myself to other people
Because the price is too great.
I am O. K. with my fate.
I stick to my guns even if mine aren’t bigger.
Back in the early 90’s I wore lots of Tommy Hilfiger. (haha)
I dig indie hip hop and punk rock and not because I’m a poser.
I didn’t get my music education from professor Kurt Loder.
I don’t care if I flow correctly; can’t you tell?
I get lost in the moment, but not stuck in it like U2.
I can get out of it if I want, I just choose not to.
I like craft beer and water the beast in me with far too much.
He wakes me up in the morning and I have to watch cartoons to calm him.
I watch lots of sports, much more than I should.
I’d get on steroids to break Bond’s home run record,
But I’m scared laying lumber would rob me of my wood.
I think that’s funny and everyone should.
I’ve never been more offended than when Family Guy made I joke about Lou Gehrig,
Not even when Dynospectrum turned up in the used section.
I hate people who think they know everything
Because I know way more than them.
I question who I am, when I close my I’s at night.
I open them up and make them fist fight.
I root for the young kid and not the one I am now
Because somehow I strayed from me to be me somehow.
I turn good things into great ones when I’m at my best.
I make a mess out of others for their on-going b!+&#fests.
I try to channel my energy for good like Uncle Ben said
Not the rice guy, Spider Man’s grandad.
I dwell on lost causes far too long until I can’t find myself,
Until another me comes along.
I’m unique at least I can say that.
I received the best compliment one time that reiterated that.
I push myself farther than most until I carry too much weight.
I push myself farther so much to be a person I Hate.
I’m one person to some and another to others,
A crack-up, a dreamer, or just little, little brother.
I’m one person to myself and another to others,
If the two ever met we could make wonders.
I want to be a good dad to my children no matter what they may be.
I don’t know how to help them see what I see.
I love a lot, much more than people realize,
But I express it so rarely that comes as no surprise.
I’m my own worst critic, two thumbs down for me;
Ebert and Roeper said good plot, but bad casting.
I have conversations with the stars and they’re always pretty fair.
I have puppy dog pretty brown-green eyes,
But less and less hair.
I like existential, transcendental thought because I realize there’s more to me.
I see a little of me in all that’s around me.
I struggle at times to drop a good debate or argument,
But struggle as much to find a way out of it.
I’m a deep person to most, but I swim in the shallow end.
I’m smart enough to fake it when others want to come in.
I’m open for business to family and friends,
But I sell the truth, in my eyes, that’s mostly deal with it.
I ponder too much on rides from work, mostly,
“Why do you have to be such a jerk?”
I’m hard on others too, just to be fair,
Remind me to tell Donald to do something with his hair.