my birth certificate,
echoes in a vault
the tale unto itself
(bongo roll)
a redundant tinkle of a distant cymbal
associations made me
who I is
what I appears
what I does
(bongo roll)
like the wizard behind the curtain
soros pulls my strings
while pelosi rides a broomstick
into the blackness
(bongo roll)
as I fly like an eagle on monkeys wings into history
(bongo roll
and into change
hehe
There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose wife had chicken legs and a huge ass.
Luckily as the artist I can ignore bourgeois concepts like meter or rhyme.
Redundant tinkle was on his shorts.