sexual politics on the bathroom floor
laced up in the laundry basket, you head for the door
your arms like windows I travel through
thought you couldn’t leave me but then you do
voice over underground tele-hear sound
takes me to the destination I never really found
distracted from the real basic neccessity
if you want some of this ya better not mess wit me
prostitution minds on trigger happy lawns
seeps into the pipes where the crock-a-dial yawns
phone sex workers traded meat for a space
ya try ta criticize em but ya haven’t got a case
I circle around your prism coloured face
you probably don’t mind but I haven’t got a race
I choose to lose so that you all might win
though I don’t know if I’ll die for someone else’s sin
I’m evolving like a dolphin grows an extra phin
like fat vancouver cats trickle down on heroin
liver injests a lesson from toxins gone astray
mighty & the powerfull are never the ones to pay
but witness their destruction of peacefull way of life
I know from experience, there is more to this than hype
first you give direction then follow up the lead
there’s an angry stallion, here’s my trusty steed
forgo the finest napkins, toilet paper will do
everything in this poem is not necessarily true
forgot to saught caught unslot to fight the night white
to git the sweat phlet to git the fleck