Slam Assignment

The long and short of it all make my skin crawl, ‘cause every Golden Gate bars the Homely. The home team scores another point for the totally pretentious architecture choking up the sky to provide for the guys in French-cuffed tails and paisley ties the fun and get to milk the dollar dry with a sparkle in his eye tooth telling tales of kings and bishops getting hick-ups thinking of “nip/tuck” , it’s got ‘em rotten vicarious pain from pickin’ cotton note to self the “somedays” pays the bills when they happens to be lucky.

Pass the dutchie to the left cuz it’s right, but you might die. See. we’re blowin’ smoke up the rear and in the faces of fear. Mommy, babysitter smells funny. no baby don’t buy the bull-shit steaming on the teli cuz the babysitter smells funny- it’s not the oney it’s the money mommy smells on daddy’s lapel when he gets home from the corporate scale, beat to hell from beatin’ the hell out of stocks and mortgages. divorces rage like lies in the dated book of rights ignored and revised tested and tried just to fail and misguide but there’s few and there’s pride then there’s heavily supplied but who’s packin’? Don’t look at me for protection. Recollection: I left it with my change in direction.

-By Corey Meuchel (March, 2009)