Pay no attention to the poet behind the oil can
His pail of rusty words are not an aside to others
He hath not the heart nor brains nor courage to admonish
The toom tins last straws and puddy cat claws of his brothers
Pay no attention to the do-good wizardly rhymester
His keyboard clicks are not meant to take away one's thunder
He dwells not in the misty mist nor dusky dusk of blame
But peeks from behind the curtain with fond seventh wonder
I'm not the King but I'm smiling at acceptance,
I'm not a jury yet I deliberate my own opinions
I've no verdict scowl or high-hatted judgement
not one furious dirty look for flaw leer and jeer
Oh, I know it began for real in 1980
that's when Estate Shops be shady
and Dirty Dough became maladies
the mobs resurged as meaty gravy
gangsta rap tunes hits it bigs baby
Ronald Reagan fucks welfare lady
Lennon murdered via USA's crazy
Easy to rule on others
To leer with scowls of fury
Beware the dirty looks of
the sharp-eyed judge and jury
Easy to reach a verdict
To jeer in high-hat flurries
Never mind the findings of
the flawed and purblind juries
Your fake nails look fake as fuck
I love you, but your politics suck!
An extravagant, gossipy lifestyle
honing greed of fame and power,
supplies not proof of intelligence
showy monies go hit the shower!
My heart is getting weaker
Still beating but enfeebled
The left and right ventricles
in morbid hypertrophy
My heart was self-sabotaged
Obsessions and compulsions
Potty-mouthed overeating
begetting double-stenting
My heart is malfunctioning
Still ticking but protesting
The pumping power denting
to a slow then swift demise
I used to puff
Nicotine buff
I used to toke
THC woke
I used to swig
Alcohol jig
I used to pop
Narcotic bop
I used to sniff
Nose candy riff
I used to fly
Druggy bye-bye
I'm a cannabis addict,
the 24/7 ganga junkie
A bhang drink abuser
like my herbs skunky
What I'm not is drink,
or speedballs on coke
I'm articulating verse
not insinuating jokes!
I want every suffering addict to know,
life pain drains of addictions go away
I want to write a new poem
I'm needing to discover one
Yet, where on Earth to look?
Anyplace you want my son!
Another addict on the run
Sadly chemically addicted
Fey highs and lows and on it goes
Dirty heart and mind conflicted
One more inner voice on the outs
Cruelly biologically lame
Punk gene pools caught in the crossfire
Rocky roads rife with blame and shame
Another addict bites the dust
Madly chronically dependent
Sick souls hooked on self-absorption
Bumpy birds made less resplendent
If its beer forgets it, I don't want to come!
My wise understanding now having fun
Eat and drink wine, I pass on the grapes,
last time I partook I couldn't see straight
Aperitif or cigarette, whiskies on the go?
Oh, I'm so glad I'm gonna miss the show
