Lullaby of why – foto by Smith
This Price Ain’t Right
No flow to know cuz I’m off my game
Ain’t got the coin for this Quantum Arcade
Nor the “I am” in aim
On slippery slope to Satan’s side
Smoke like water runs mad a Capella
The high whore tarnished silver away
Words rolling round
Bouncing bout the holes
Shadow dancing before the darkens arc
Our primitive brains
Got us started and sustained
Till we over-farted the air
Fucked the fair
And pissed too often upstream
Turned our dreams to schemes
Themes
Memes
Aimed to maim and murder
Got to do the old algorithm & blues
In this land of the spree, the home of the knave
And the bland and the need and the greed of the grave
Fooled by the son, startled by the stretch
Lulled by lies in a lullaby of why
This was what is
Dead movie dead word dead street
Dead beach dead burl dead beat
Everything comes to a head
Little head big head dead head wet head
Keep telling people I ain’t Bonnie
And you’re not my Clyde
But they’re waiting for us to go down in a hail of enemies
So high we’d go as low we come
But no
We won’t defeat ourselves
By eating our self
These things I know
For I used to be called Hair Ball
Until I was coughed up by Cosmic Cat
— Smith, 6-14-2011
Cosmic Toad – foto by Smith