White Out is My Rap Name on File
a free form poem about forming our freedom
Angels surround your car all the way to Taco Bell
gonna need that protein, ground earth worms
make up 39% of the future corn crackin’ shells
Lunch bucket swings a sense of how to carry on
one dollar a day, the calendar has a box
for the next Gazillionaire funeral
My God is good in bedrock river pushing
abandoned carts to house shimmering carp delicacy
is the theme of volcanoes preparing coconuts
Ice caps melt in chunks of time flooding
Normandy beachheads in a bath of Coppertone
squeeze tube applicators
The urgency of oxygen short circuits the circus
logic of breeding discontent to sell heart ache
hit parades to a deafening roar
Lunacy is a night sticking to principles
under the echo of bullhorns bullshit
and bullion cubes of repurposed Aztec gold
Brain draining armchairs game the system
explode onto the scene of hormonal handicaps
and dietary deficiencies…
