Prison Poem #10

Drugs are Wack

Irregular boils cover my ass.  Meth fiends are selling jewelry at a very nice price.  Crack rocks can cause cancer if your a Taurus.  Know thy self.  Gnow thy self.  Destruct attorneys play golf for friends in white hats.  No man is an archipelago.  White is the new yellow.  To much of a good thing gives my lady a hard-on.  Down with soup.  Tut-tut the king is a nudist.  Mary would you like a giro? Go to the bark and ask for your money.  That's what I'm talking about.  To much change can cause flexibility.  Yoga has a long list of side effects.  Take two and call me in the afterlife.  White powder is dangerous.  Many have tried.  One and one and one is three.  I've got blisters on my fingers.  Trust is a two way street.  How many lanes? Crazy people see the clues.  Nice try god Ill get you next time.

Fest de musik

On Sunday the fifth I went to a festival in Bethlehem Pennsylvania called musikfest.  I went to see Philadelphia Funk Authority.  It was great.  I saw them a few months ago at Mayfair.  This band is really good.  I have it on good authority that they schedule vary few rehearsals together.  Before they played I was lucky enough to be at the before party for hosted by George Hrab.  He and his friends were vary welcoming, they are some of the smartest most skeptical people in the aria.  What a refreshing change for me.  It is great to find a group that can say wait amount where is this information coming from? what is it biased on? how valid is it? I have found my tribe. 

The past year has been a life changer for me, I now have a new goal and a new set of standards and principles for myself.  With this I can be 'part of ' instead of 'solo' it makes me happy.  There was no mountain to high and no valley to low. 

Prison Poem #9

Acid Trip

Bivel balather blah. No this is your dog speaking.  Yes you are stoned.  Don't touch that lamp. Where are you doing  Tick. Tick. there's a tick in my fun.  Dose this remind youof anything? Follow me.  Down down into christmass town.  The town of mass for christ.  What is mass is it the things that take up space or a great song? Maybe there's a requiem. Tick. Tick. Tick, your late! The baby is overdrew.  Your bass is going to fire you.  What time are you on? You mist it the buffets gone.  Your late.  Where were wing wizle. A nice pint is just what I need.  Wheres the sangria? Don't ask questions your stoned.  Fear is the mind killer.  Mine is the feeler.  Theres no business like showbuziness so get up on stage and shake it.  To much of a good thing can make you love Jesus.  Christ Christi what is up with you.