Introdiction

I saw a dead fish on the pavement and thought "What did you expect?
There's no water round here stupid, should've stayed where it was wet"
Hello my name is Pip and I would like to speak some lyrics
Into this microphone that's amplified so you can hear it
This piece of diction is the intro to Distraction Pieces
That's all the shit that flies around my head and keeps me sleepless
Such little food for thought my fucking brain feels anorexic
So many typos when I write, oh I'll claim I'm dyslexic
I've got your poem here, I've put it in this envelope
I'm setting fire to it, hope you all can read the smoke
Most people where I live don't know me and I fucking like it
Some people where I live don't like me and I fucking know it
Some heads will know my name or give me a look since
I flow kinda strange like Spina Bifida footprints
Nothing's original, I stole this flow from the creator
And from some others too, can't think right now I'll name them later
If I say "fuck" a lot then I may gain more attention
If I say "cunt" well then with some of you there will be tension
I find this interesting 'cause in the end they are just words
You give them power when you cower man, it's so absurd
But all that was covered by Lenny Bruce back in the day
Nothing's original, now I'm repeating what I say
Paralysis through analysis could stop me here
But that'd just be an excuse to run in fear
So I'll brandish the blandest man's anguish with a rammed fist
Directed at the throat of any man that can't withstand this
I see these rappers that say things like "no homo" and such
It always seems maybe the lady doth protest too much
I'm really speechless but I speak less than you might imagine
Sometimes I stutter and I sputter like the words are catching
I'm known to write about the shit most people won't discuss
Some find my muses too intrusive with their words and such
You see a mousetrap, I see free cheese and a fucking challenge
But you stay quiet for fear of tipping the balance
When it's horses for courses my horse is distorted
I bought it for four quid then forced it through horse shit
We walk through these morbid remorseless discourses
Then discuss these disgusting new sources
I've seen the world, I've seen the good and the shitty bits
And all I've gotta say is "Goddamn, y'all are fucking idiots"
Some people heard my words and thought it meant they knew me
Truth is I don't exist, I'm just a soundtrack to your movie
Some background figure in a story that's already scripted
And what I feel's just felt for you to hear me fucking spit it
I jump in many different heads through these words and poems
Always hoping maybe the next leap will be my leap home
Ziggy says that if I keep writing this shit
There's an 8% chance that Al can make it a pop hit
But Al's an alcoholic and I'm a fucking schizophrenic