the whiter boy hippity hop

it's been a really, really slow year for smiles

like my pencil on the paper just creates a lot of tapping

and my friends don't ever call me up to drink anymore

though i see their cars outside the bars while i'm walking off to war

and i sing myself to sleep with some fidgety rhymes

my lines become entangled because i knew i couldn't match 'em

and the devil on my pinhead does his happiest dance

though he's busted on the rhythm you know you couldn't fault him

still the weather's sitting pretty and the window's always watching

waiting for the moment to make sure it wasn't forcefed

so the city blocks shoplift all the seconds

and the silence maintains its intrusion

while hatred plays the race card and impatience blames the women

i went looking for connections but wound up with just confusion

lyrically, i lack a little romance

my love song disobeyed because i couldn't make the payments

so i'm

            one down, the rest to go

stacking up my silver for the next run

Reviews

[Christie Moses]

you know i love your writing right? :) Seriously, your flow is always amazing.
"so the city blocks shoplift all the seconds" Is a cool line and "i sing myself to sleep with some fidgety rhymes"
I always feel as if I step into another world, reading your work. This one feels sad to me though.....a kind of lost and drifting, wondering where to go next feeling, i'm left with.

[Emily B]

wow