Poly Cotton Blend

Pop a can of snakes, older olive branches break
Breaking through the amber popping frozen cotton candy grapes
Rate the modus operandi, one to proper fancy
It’s mostly a melodrama til it summon Thomas Clancy
And bam, final fantasies rampant with fire damage
Hide the jerry can, scramble with the clandestine every man
I’m everywhere, nanny cam teddy bear
Neighborhood manhunt champion, scan the shrubs, “hello there”
Cello playing several houses over
From the vaults of Vivaldi to the s/t of my sojourn
It get him walking like his freedom is covert
I make a gun with my fingers, and take a knee behind the sepia Corolla
I been sneaking up the shoulder, easy peaking ‘round these corners
If the freaks are out this evening is it even paranoia
Partly, still I hit a hundred Mississippi
As a hunter out to cut up any other color pinny in the mix

Oh yea, go mega 
In the trench where it get so extra
I’m on it, go awol
Get yourself out from behind the eight ball
OK, go stupid, take a piece, take another
No bullshit, get busy, go dum dum
Always hit the ground running with the bumrush

XL, elephant man
I yell and shout and let the mountain feel the edge of my hand
I know you getting claustrophobic when those checkers advance
To separate you from your checkered vans, scepter in hand
Put your hands together for the ever damned and revamped
His heart a head in the sand, his head a Edison lamp
Might camp out in the front yard, frozen under golden stars
Wake up with the sun, grab my stuff out the canopic jar
And go, I'm half math over graph paper
The other half bat around Pascal’s Wager
In a sea of class clowns and mad cow behavior
Don’t back down every time the path out taper
I ain’t even breaking at the bottleneck
I’m mach 1, holding up Medusa disembodied head
This is kamikaze over common sense
Rocket fuel stains polka dot the poly-cotton blend, ey

Oh yea, go mega 
In the trench where it get so extra
I’m on it, go awol
Get yourself out from behind the eight ball
OK, go stupid, take a piece, take another
No bullshit, get busy, go dum dum
Always hit the ground running with the bumrush

Sitting in the middle of my web
Waiting for the very next six legs to misstep
Pick a sticky thread, visit the vivisection infinite
Dip a toe into the tizzy get your pivot reconsidered
We consider every kill to be a chicken neck and gizzard
Even if it isn't, it is, rock paper scissors
Cold slang move around the room in odd geometry
Catch it, throw it back, its a volley to spot the novelty
….Act, too true too livin
Nothing left to prove and still maneuver the minutiae different
Through the futurism, out the prism post modern
Harlem globetrotter tickets, no ghost writers
My super power is divining open diners
No matter the current local time or broken social climate
There’s one, bacon so fragile 
When you touch it with a fork it should break up into shrapnel, like crack

Oh yea, go mega 
In the trench where it get so extra
I’m on it, go awol
Get yourself out from behind the eight ball
OK, go stupid, take a piece, take another
No bullshit, get busy, go dum dum
Always hit the ground running with the bumrush