Pimp Suit

Insomnolence.

stevie wonder vision
goggle bespectacled
monkeys in suits
roosted
on hind honchos with
the slumped shoulder
botched & splotchy sense
lack of a mind set
to mention yet
sitting packed s****y
wall to wall
handcuffed
to the all knowing
hansen writing ball
chain smoking
blowing clouds of
thunder lightning
colored lights &
other earthly sounds
pounding at the keys
all the light sky &
when the sun went down
all for like two cents an hour
& were zapped with the power
exhaled from the filthy mouths
when their toil spoiled
hands stalled & went sour
excuse the circumlocution
I'm just circlin the execution
that's in all our future
& resistance is futile
so
do unto to heroes
as you would unto villians
and good galatic gods'
will be given &
then be done did&
maybe that way
you might escape
the kiln & the killin

Author's Note

I always get like a billion strange thoughts kinda like this just rushing around in my brain at like 3, 4 in the morning& I obsess over getting them out. & Then the sun comes up. haha. Just felt like sharing. Thoughts welcome

Reviews

[Justin]

When I read it it's in your face and fast like a rap.

"do unto to heroes
as you would unto villians"!