Poetry

So Crazy

I’m going CRAZZZYYYY! My mind is about to BURST.!.

Like car bombing a hearse passing thru enemy turf

I don’t say, things could be worse, I say, things could be better

I’m like a cleaver minus a letter – I’m clever

I put shit together at the drop of a hat, a fallen sombrero

Funny guy,,,, like Will Ferrel

A soldier with style, Salvation Army apparel

A soldier with class, overseas getting ass

You ever think while driving….what if I just crash?

Like, I got the freedom to do it, I could literally do it

If it wasn’t for music I would have died ten years ago, maybe sooner

I can spit hard raps then switch up the swag and morph to a crooner

That’s called, versatility. Fuck yo facility. And facile abilities. I’m on another level. Another notch. I’m the type to rub my finger on a Barbie’s crotch… … and get turned on. I’m contagious and the germ is strong. I did nothing wrong except everything. I did nothing right except everything. I see the beauty in petty things. Ready slings bring rubble to enemies, a heavy sedentine.

I’m going crazy, over and over
I ride a Rover into the ground and walk the rest of the way
I crashed in a barn and slept on a heap of hay
When I awoke
I thought of a joke and wrote it down

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