-power on-

(Maxwell playing)

“They be tryin to bring you flowers”…

will leave you taking ice cold showers

dreaming about entering Kent’s dapper trousers

Benson has more glove than Jeff Blauser

shortstop, Atlanta Braves, double play

you and your girl are out!

had your chance, any doubts?

but your ego was far too high in the clouds

only mine can be that high due to my conceited clout

Bass Master Kent eroded the lake, taking all their fresh trout

wrapped his net around your soaking, fish stinking head

stomach skinny, ribs showing, like for months you haven’t hunted smaller chum or been bait fed

out of the water, the Kid compliments all day, turning your cheeks a slight tone of red

until he loses interest, throws you back, then tears your heart slowly bled

now attacking you in dreams like Kreuger, Fred

Nightmare on Elm Street

nightmare on your street when i knocked you off your narrow, nimble feet

wanted to be at the front of young Benson’s expanding fleet

ahead of the other girl’s rocking his ragged, Mick Jagger beat

now, you’re constantly hating him, calling him a creep

Radiohead, Pablo Honey or OK Computer?

Kent is more like the Roots, OKAYPLAYER

you got your fix, i got more than what deserved to be mine

be mad about it, i just smile coyly, like usual,  because i’m fine

with it

been hurt too many fucking times

by dimes like you

but once i clean y’all off, there is no luster and definitely no shine

just attractive features, nothing genuine on the inside

really dug you, was never lying

i’ve just belted and yelled McCartney’s “Oh! Darling” too many times

these shallow girls made my weak brain insane

checking into the cheapest psych ward in my sight, plain

find the address, Goggle Map it and arrive the same day

and every girl i mentioned is sitting in the entrance window frame

(Geto Boys playing)

“Damn homey, my mind is playing tricks on me”…

-power off-