Trying my hand at a new mode of expression

Thanks ahead of time for indulging a white-boy. Here's a little rap I wrote for an amazingly talented friend and poet.


Bubble bubble, toil and trouble, I got more flow than a Barney's got Rubble.
This mind's a leaky faucet and truth is the puddle.
Time to wake up motherfuckers, come join in the struggle.

These lyrics flow through me like water at Niagra.
My mind is erect like it's on some Viagra.

I'm not playin, but sayin what needs to be said.
With words that are too sexy like Right Said Fred.

All Simple Simon's still sleepin come answer this call
Get up, stand up, don't be afraid if you fall.

It's time to see God by looking within
Take your rightful places as Jesus' twin

Quit letting the fake snakes send quakes through your reason.
Telling you that thinking is tantamount to treason.
I say fuck those reptilians and fuck you too if you believe 'em.

My truth is a sword that cuts through clever lies.
Love's light dwells within me still you fuckers despise.
Having Love's light sear your false-seeing eyes.

I won't be bitter though, I'm not one for hard feelings.
With compassion I'll go on with my work of consciousness freeing.


Thanks again if you've made it this far.