It Is Easter

It is Easter
I kick you in your keister
And send you flying to the moon

Soon June it will be
I saw a Mexican hillbilly
And he tried to kill me
We were in the dunes all sandy
A shotgun cocked and he command me
To put my hands up but instead
I drew a gun quickly and popped his head

True story. It is Easter
Miester, mister
Jister, Jaster
Having sex and saying
Yup I tapped her
What is after
See and wait


The Asylum Was Once Sane

I fought a chick
In the streets I fought a chick
I thought hmm they claim they iz equal
So I’ma fight a bitch

I fought the odds, I went against them, facts
When I blast the MAC it turns into a TEC, just magically
Saddle me, but not with debt
Oh wait these days that’s the only thing one can be saddled with
The school of Adler’s shit

I enrolled in DePaul
Which major? Fuck it.
I studied them all
I’m having a ball but my basketball is across the room……weird.


So Cool

I’m singing Christmas Carols

I knew a guy named Daryl and a chick named Peprika

I speak a….smidget compared to my writing

I’m fighting, I’m boxing

While you watch videos of iPhone unboxings

You the type to watch the Trending videos on YouTube

Not me. I’m too cool to watch what’s trendy

On my brokest day, sir, you cannot outspend me

I got lotz of energy like the Drake song say

The day hasn’t even started and it’s already been a long day

Not for me tho, I’m the type to brag about my energy

When I was in school…I had a lot of enemies

And a few friends who thought Jose was cool to hang with

Everyday it is the same shit. I got my little routine going

I’m knowing that my writing is exciting to its author

I mean what could be better than providing your own excitement

Poetry is a boxing ring and I am its Mike Tyson

Before he bit a nigga’s ear off! lol


Bag it

Toss my salad to enter the palace of impossible sculpture

If you look up at the sky you’ll see upside down vultures

If you put on the binoculars and stare at a brick wall you’ll see culture

I can’t fault her, the gal is just stupidly curious

I’m furious. Furiously in love.

The mountains are not even rough, no rock is found jagged

I told Kurt Warner: Bag it