"McChemical": A Poem
by D Shannahan
Better stay inside-
Yeah, its a crazy world
Get your brain fried
Like a chicken dipped in oil.
Mechanical arms, like mosquitoes
Sucking up fossil fuels-
All through school
I just wanted to smoke weed and skip.
Can't change it
So the apathy sets in-
All these rocks became columns,
But they flawed if they ain't set in stone-
Manning a killer vehicle with your problems.
Yeah they call it 'road rage'...
From womb to tomb I'll be depressed,
'Cause the West is the cesspool the fan has hit-
Next time a fan hits a homer,
Show me where's the winning ticket.
Dreams of a fiend addicted to relivin-
All their wildest dreams,
They got fictitious amnesia.
Do you need a troll to tickle your balls, when you think you got a genius idea?
Oh you love fantasy-
Give me the sweepstakes.
They actually relate to me
And my desire for that cake.
With a cherry on it.
Babylon rich but can't share it,
Rather be rich in merit
Can't act a bitch when a homeless kid calls your bluff you can't rescind.
All your contracts contradicted.
A pie on their faces...
I spare a nug to stare the one love straight through the ages.
The holy ace of spades bitch.
Waiting on the fall like new year's eve.
Babylon can't stand long-
With a wounded knee.
Feel like I'd die for the trees-
And the bees-
The pigeons are more friends to me than these peeps rushin down the streets.
Peep the message-
The mystics in the air they don't get it.
They wanna edit life-
Catch a trife endin.
Even at a deficit-
My life stay indefinite.
I like to turn the music up
Till I deafen em.
I love earthquakes,
Thunder and fire beats make the earth shake.
I love the Spirit you can hear em how they fear it and turn away.
I stare em straight into the soul my eyes glarin em...
I got not much to do with people like 'who parent them'?
Divine with Hashem.
The principle they couldn't box in.
More power than oxen-
I'm feelin like oxycodones off God's love for us.
Demons better run for the forest.
You can have your McChemicals, I'll just say you don't know us.
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