In Gaol - Milo, Kool AD

We took turns eating cake that looked like a flag

And watched the fireworks and I swear I smelled the liars burn

Troubled aquarian doing equestrian things

And a hairy centaur involved in too many Ponzi schemes

Lay on the bathroom tile and think of Billy Mays

And how to make a girl smile in a myriad of silly ways

Listen to the Shins and learn how to sing the right notes

Dream of dorsal fins when manning all the lifeboats

Abandoned baggage in the carousel

I hear Paris is swell this time of year

I guess I’m kind of weird

Daydreaming of Logan’s Run then recline a gear

I’m fine here (I'm fine here)

I have very soft skin and write young adult fiction like Gary Paulsen

I’m Frida Kahlo

Your Instagram is pics of pita chips and deer tallow

Condense a rap song into a question, then mutter it

(I wrote this song in green pen)

Eating brownies, I don’t know why I’m frowning

It all happened before I could remember

(Pass the milk, pass the milk)

Run a BBW tumblr blog and forget the password

I may be speaking too soon but this is a disaster

Like old people in modern sneakers

I saw a Book of Mormon with a congregation of true believers

I’m humbled eating lemon bars

I would never waste a daydream on seven cars

I have hella smarts and nudie parts that I never show

I think I’m a noticeably negro Euthyphro

Eating brownies, I don’t know why I’m frowning

It all happened before I could remember

(Pass the milk, pass the milk)

(Alright, boy. There you go)

Hey, dude

You like this weird rap song?

It’s me, KOOL A. D

The other fool on the weird rap song

A mellow number, 3 minutes, it doesn’t last long

Some fools might tell you it’s whack, but I think that that’s wrong

Really, in fact, I think it’s tight

That’s right

Wrote this on a carcass of a lion by lamp light

That was a reference to another KOOL A.D. rap line

The last time I said «candle light» instead of «lamp light»

Get it?

So that’s like about progress

I’m Michael Ondaatje kissing on your mom in a prom dress

Meaning like she’s in a prom dress, not me

I guess, um, that was obvious probably

But shit, you never know

Fools cry over spilled milk and argue over whether a leather kilt is hetero

In my humble, I gotta say is probably just, um, better to let it go

I feel like Leonard Cohen

And I don’t even know if I can name a Leonard Cohen track

Is Leonard Cohen wack?

That’s rhetorical, you don’t need to answer that

I’m Dave Bowie, I mutter question raps for the answer, man

Like mice, I might turn butter to milk like «catch me if you can»

Chris Walken how I’m talking, kriss-krossing on your walkman

She sucking on a dick like it’s a tall can

Pass the Four Loko

I’m a leader at last to my local folks, but still broke though

Fuck the Beatles, go Yoko

You know, bro?