[Verse]
Mojin Motorola
Al Roker Balboa
Owls and Mortars
Mortals cower, become hoarders
Lose the void of reporters
Tickling a grass blade flute
Nudging, the ashtray nuked
The word lacerates the loop
Last remaining Duke, of the Dutchess
The truth, the fluxus
The loser scrummage
Boosie fades plummet
The run-around with what’s-his-face, who-dun-it
Hmm

Ahh
We love it very often
The spliff had cherry blossoms
I hock a loogie, suck a lozenge
Jetsom flossin’
Meditation occurs, thoughts rocket to
Amethyst grapes with jade leaves
Continue feeling stately but I refuse control
Kewpie mayo
My goal is to take advantage of the losing role
With six bent spoons, I made mine coming off top like Vidal Sasoon
[?] ticks, the lunatic
The new light blue movement
Oral hygiene demands flossing
But remember, secret angels are watching
The shepherd they flock to
On a bullet train to Osaka
The women in my life keep one eye out like Carla Parada
To think I was a scholar
Now I’m a handyman
A secret window installer
A minivan mechanic who wears big baller brand
A revolving addict with evolving habits and
Contradictions, I don’t know who’s listening
Other than my subconscious and superior intellect
I grab a pen and try to vivisect
Right there in the middle of the library, cafe, bookstore
Onlookers more annoyed than struck by gore
Stop me if you’ve heard this before