coming to a picnic, know that it can rain fire
stepping to you ants isn't an advance, i'm-a-wake
up at your wake, make you re-tire in your goodyear's*.
and i couldn't hear you from beneath me, you leafy
emotional promotional tools of angst; even luigi
outshines you, less game than dreamcast having
back spasm when i play pac-man to you phantasms.
i am a bad memory, like an ebony and ivory
victims of theft off of a sub saharan energy's primacy*.
on the fence about invading privacy, i may see to it
that you get the gas at the cost of your life, stupid.
you write by ink, i write by oil spills, destroying
the leaflets you scratch upon when you are employing
critical faculty under critical conditions; critics
get at me and i'll split your wigs quicker than riddick*.
- ref:
* yan wang is basically king yama, or better known as the king of hell in the japanese, chinease and korean mythos
* goodyear is a brand of tire. hah. hah.
* sub sahara etc: general reference to hostile
* riddick. a character that originated from the movie pitch black to later gain movies titled after his own name in the chronicles of riddick.
i need the practice like africans need clean water.
keep the flows dirty and i'll match you on your offer.
