skrenth - Scallops Hotel

Flying high off the strength of kickin' a old habit

Miasma fall like fabric

The old Ciabatta roll out the hat trick

Rhodes scholar boombaptist

Quantum leapin' through timelines

Fanta orange dimes

Keystone XL pipeline

When reality seeps into dreams

And you find yourself rappin' 'bout political things

It ain’t like steppin' on ants

It ain’t like steppin' on ants

If you wanna be a poet, you can’t be.

You gotta know you are a poet and then

you’ve got no fucking choice

22,369 miles above sea-level and you lookin' like a bull’s-eye

Off the loose leaf, goofy

Feelin' loose as a

Rubbery, buttery, cringle, crinkled, frinky

I think of you thinking of me

Back and forth forever, let’s endorse the better

With wiggly handwriting

And even with all this room, the little piggies get to infighting

I like hiding my feelings in plain sight

In plain speaking, in plain sight

Did you see that, did you hear that?

A poet, a poets, uh, fate is by choice.

You choose it.

You gotta know you’re a

poet.

But, you ain’t gonna get the financial rewards.

You gonna get a lot of

weight laid on you.

They’ll look at you as weird or something somehow.

I don’t care your style, if your hair’s long or short.

Or you could get in the

academy where it’s stifled.

Or you could see something new.

And by seeing that

something new that’s here, that nobody sees, and you illuminate others,

then you got it made