Rainbow Sprinkles

To Jimmy.

You spend eighteen years in a little country town,

Surrounded by the redneck sensation

And red and blue bandannas that tell you

If you’re on the wrong side of town

You better watch out

Before they do the same old thing they

Did to the one who claimed you

Who’s Plain as day

At black midnight

Won’t speak a word if you turn on the lights.

Dear Prudence,

Under the influence they’ll tell you you’re special,

A vessel sailing, masts full and all for the ready

Anthony, you correct me,

Two middle names

Just like the two faces you wear,

The one outside

And the one by the door

And after I’m done telling you no

“But baby please,

Ya t*****s tease me,

Don’t do this to me girl

I wanna move mountains in this world”

And how you expect me to survive on my own

When all I’ve known is how to play it safe

Catholic schoolgirl bandaids on little prayer knees

That he separated with ease,

No way for her to stall or to run AWOL

But to stare at the wall asking herself how she let this happen

And she shakes down to her bones,

It’s the attack of the clones, of every

White boy rapper who thought he was standing for a message

Instead he leans her over

Just presses

Her hand against it,

Get it in

Get it over with

And all of a sudden

The vestal virgin is surfing in

The blood of her mothers

Who smothered her under

How to be discreet

To avoid the secrets of the streets

But they forgot to mention

The power of a Plain boy’s bedsheets.

I was supposed to be the golden one

And her blackjack never folded

But now the only BJs she plays

Are fading in airwaves

And it’s funny,

‘Cause when you were twelve you were rolling through hell

Dodging the bullets that slipped right under your shell

And she was on her knees in the church

Praying to Jesus the words

Would someday come out

And that the inside wouldn’t have to hurt

But let’s face it,

Her life was never quite as difficult as yourself’s

But you put all your problems up on the shelf

As a display for the girls you’d love to play

Right back into the bed

Or for her, right under the tree

Where she swings in the loop of monotony,

The victim of your sodomy and coddling.

And she, she just swallowed them back

It’s a knack for self-mutilation

That she learned in the failure to fit

Into that damn redneck sensation

Tell me, mr. P,

Do you regret this creation?