Baby Talk

As I take one tiny puff of a cigarette

And ponder life's most important queries

And I sit on my throne... I wonder...

Where this all started......

And get to my impossible theories....

Is it an eye for an eye.... 

For which I cannot stand....

Is it of plantation lullaby...

And whips and shackles...

And grit, grits, and tireless jokes

At our expense mocking and emulation

Of the great ones and Greek people

Eating a cake pop...

As they spin on a gyro spit

But I don't want an arranged marriage

I don't want a pseudo relationship

I'm not looking for something

I'm content with things that I have

And my mental faculties have returned

To me quickly

I quit as I sip on my Nestle 

And Hershey's milk

I begin to stop pondering by all of it

And I sit back on my throne

And I admit I am a baby 

And boy, I've grown old

So - what's the point of this?

Please let go and I will go where the wind Takes me I will.embrace my flaws and and all of yours with no judgement 

But remember no one can replace me

And I am sure it 

No I don't want you 

And you can eat it and die

I hope you like what you fell into

The smell of shit smothering her thigh

I don't get into scat not even jazz 

Call me to that kind of groove

I've done it all I have nothing left 

To prove 

I've done everything 

And as I take a sip of my corn liquor

You can choke on your own vile bile n shit

I've had quite enough of it

I believe one day the Almighty One 

Will have his way and his say

How you were in a hurry to keep towards

Evolution and progress 

All so you can have your own way

But the world will continue

And the sun will burn bright every day