Fever Anthem Rhyme

(…that November, is a time which I must put out of my mind…)




THE PHARMACY IS FULL OF CLEAN GLASS AND POPPERS
HIS COCK TASTES LIKE SALT WATER

LYING SANDS
CURSED VILLAS
WHERE DO I COME TO LIGHT?

(PLATINUM CINEMATIC HEIGHTS)

3 FEET HIGH AND RISIN
A SHADOWY BLUR ON YOUR HORIZON
I GET BOSSY LIKE STADIUM ROCK
QUICK AND CRUNCHY; POP AND LOCK
I WANT THE POWER AND THE GLORY
NO MORE BEING IN BANDS THAT ARE JUST IMAGINARY
LIKE SOPHISTIFUCK
OR THAT GUY IN AMSTERDAM WITH THE DUCK
HARDCORE ISOLATED HEROES, CAN YOU HEAR ME?
CAN YOU SEE ME RUNNING ACROSS YOUR YARD IN BORROWED CLOTHES?
BLOOD STREAMING OUT OF MY UNPIERCED NOSE?
I’M HERE TO DO BIZ-NESS.
I DON’T CARE HOW RESPECTABLE MY SHIT IS.
I’LL MAKE IT FOR AN AUDIENCE OF ONE
HE’LL BE A FORTUNATE SON
TAKE THE MONEY AND RUN
OR ELSE GRAB THE MIC AND RAP FOR REAL

(do you think you can hold on when the beat is so strong?)

I’LL SPARK A JAM CRACKER IN THE BOTTLENECK
TAKE YOU TO A POCKET SIZE NATION
INTRODUCE YOU TO THE TENNIS SWEATER SET
WHO SPEAK IN A VOCAB YOU HAVEN’T HEARD YET

UNTIL YOU REALIZE YOU’RE ALL A PART OF THE CONFABULATION
OF STARS AND FOXY BAR WHORES AND—
(TRICK, PLEASE!)
ADDRESS ME BY MY CORRECT APPELLATION
TRUEBOY, THE T STANDS FOR DIGITIZED
I FLOW STATION TO STATION
WITH A WORD TO THE WISE
A REGISTERED MEMBER OF THE SILENT POET NATION
I WISH I WASN’T IN OUR SHOES
WE LOOK WEST FOR THE LANGUAGE WE USE
DOGGIE THIS, DOGGIE THAT, CALIFORNIA INNOVATION
LIKE THE CHILI PEPPERS
AND A ONE HITTER STUFFED WITH THE CHRONIC
ALL MY RHYMES ARE ELECTRONIC
SENT OUT IN MORSE CODE
DOWN THE OPEN VALLEY ROAD
TO A DRUGGED COWBOY ON A PINTO HORSE
WHO HAS AN OFFICE BACK ON PARK AVENUE, OF COURSE

GO AHEAD, I’M LISTENIN
TELL ME WHAT A BITCH I’VE BEEN
YOU DON’T LIKE THE WAY I TALK
I MOVE WITH THAT FUNNY HITCH IN MY WALK
LIKE I MIGHT REACH FOR A GUN
JUAN WAYNE, A FAKE NAME
I’M A CHARACTER OUT OF BESTSELLER
THAT NEVER CAME
BUT WE’RE STILL WAITING FOR
ALL YOU HOLLYWOOD MOVIE WHORES
WHO TURNED INTO BRITTLE BONE BORES
RIGHT THERE ON THE CAPITOL FLOOR
STILL DREAMING OF SILVERY SHORES
AND TALL SLIDING GLASS DOORS
OUTSIDE, THE AIR IS ELECTRIFIED
EVERY SQUARE INCH OF IT ALIVE
WITH UNSPOKEN URGES
LIGHTING UP THE SPACE BETWEEN BILLY BLUE AND BOBBY BLOOM
WHO WILL NOT FUCK NOW BUT WILL FUCK SOON
AS SOON AS THE AUDIENCE FINISHES ITS DINNER AND PURGES

(and you give yourself away and you give yourself away)

I’M THE NEW WAVE
SCENEMAKER
BIG MONEY
RUMPSHAKER
WHEN I’M NIGHTCLUBBING, BRIGHT WHITE CLUBBING
OH ISN’T IT WILD?
HONEYCHILD?
WE BEAT THE POWER PRIMETIME TEAM
LEGENDS IN OUR D&G JEANS…

(AND TO THINK
YOU ONLY GAVE INTO ME ON A HUNCH
LISTEN:
I DON’T NEED NO COOK, GIRL
I NEED LUNCH)