Outlaw Poetry

Incandescent venom surges from melted blue coats now black in infirm fury. Bodies charred by fuck-affronted free folk. Tasting BBQ. Feasting on meat and cop crackling.

We burn ‘cause we hungry, Wet bellies loaded on government liquor.

Ain’t no food today but hootch is available with your legit state ID. Street meat cooks fast drunk.

Rindles of black-ash tears baptize the fresh meal-deal free for all to seize. Just reach inside and eat it if you can beat the feral kids and dogs. Ain’t no shame in coping a bite.

ramon smashes down all 88 making the cat jump and run he sd that music ain’t what it used to be anymore and cat’s don’t get it

don’t ask me to play nice and easy or something your momma used to drop her panties to

my piano ain’t nothing but a hate machine now so keep your ears offa my music and i’ll keep my hands to myself okay