a tad is a bit and the t in often is silent
my valley is deap-seated
in a bowl
of furtive pudding
smeared across
my insides like
nobody's business
aint this a trip
don't stack it
too high
my walls are steep
but they won't restrain
unmitigated bullshit
i don't fly intellectual
planes
air aint nuthin but
empty space nohow
know how to desecrate
my copious flow?
after all this aint
the ganges
we're swimmin in
it's the mississippi
and my water's too
muddy
for your skinny ass
to go dippin in
my river aint havin
none of your mediocre
precipitation
my reality is
your ignorance
hypokrites with
an eye so pink
you can't help but
look down that
prominent snout
into what you
know is
deep but
you're too proud
to get off your high
horse and yield
the reins
hey
no problem
life aint nuthin but
a beast anyway
so you can take your
domesticated ideals and
stick em up your
ogled ostrich ass and
when you're done shakin
the sand out of your
ears maybe then
you'll hear what
i'm sayin
Copyright © 2002 by Shannon Gleeson