Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Word Up

You skanky assmo',
what's your problem?
Wear your cock like a banner
and think you're a trojan.
I may not look 'clever,'
I may not be 'fun,'
to you and your homies I'm like,
'just a mum.'
But I know where you're goin'
an I seen where you're at.
On the 'cool' boat to no place
bein' stupid aint phat.
You got all the gear,
the right phone, the right friends,
but they'll run out like water
when you're not the trend.
They won't want to know
that old bum on the street
with no car and no home
who sleeps on a seat.
They'll get jobs, they'll get girls,
they'll move up in the world,
and you'll be left here
with your chick magnet drool,
your p and your party pills
day after chills.
One day you'll be fifty with no place to go.
Eskimo boy, on the street sellin snow.
The Salvation Army'll be your address,
a charity victim and sorry-ass mess.
So flip me the bird,
I'm just some old broad
too straight to be cool
who gave you the hard word.
Rock off down the street
ear plugs back in place,
that vacant drug-laden
bliss out on your face.

Heh heh, here's a wee treat, lol

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Blogger Chris Never said...

Word up indeed,
this absolutely rocks Moon.

Love the "wear your cock like banner" line

Last line, maybe drop the 'out'
'bliss on your face'

awesome write Moon, truly

3:11 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Cool, thanks Chris. :)

6:35 PM  
Blogger Michelle e o said...

Burning is woman/mother/intelligent/caring/

8:14 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

she sounds a bit scary. she does have a sense of humour too. hi Michelle :)

9:20 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

well, I think it sounded fine, the audio version of this, u might consider changing ass to arse, ass doesnt sound right with a NZ accent kid *grin*

But overall, a nicely controlled vocal
interpretation of some fairly strong stuff.

very cool

10:07 PM  

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