RMC

I’m kind of crooked for looking
awkward talk a lot shook
a wicked tree in my cool breeze crook,
I got back all slighted looks.

Cursed by ghosts and ghouls most
through the dew blue is
the color I love it shows I boast
and let the doubters come to quiz.

Translate the hate let’s debate
a slaughter of a dose we adore.
Let’s not mince words I loved eight
balls and ounces of sticky du jour.

Liquor induced me to thrills
and the cocaine was profane insane
the sweat beaded up in sweaty ills
but the sweet pills the pain they killed.

After dreams I chased after
the laughter I’m after to ask her
questions as if a profession
session after session no disaster.

Ruffle feathers the leather feels tight
to tie me down all fucking night
where we might scratch and bite
the freaks in us they can delight.

As induced as a tongue
tasting the lines of sweat erasing
that love is gone it’s a one and done
for the situation I’m facing.

I want it now I want it all
for the looks for the quick cooks
of thoughts these letters bought I maul
all the appalled crooks.

Stand tall I’m a man in black,
I look forward not back.
And the sun is spun I’ve won
games that brought me fame I lacked.

So stride I align my design,
I’m a crime of nature see you later.
I’d give you love but next time,
I’ve got to first smoke like a crater.