Kingbee

I’ve got the perfect place for it
a canvas deep and wide
or high and tight
you know what I mean
a place to delve into
the place where I dot the eyes and cross…
goddamn I don’t believe in him anymore
sure I do
chosen one to bring the sun
down on my shoulders
it’s a heavy burden
fuck you
you aren’t the only
one..
I steal for you
steal ’cause it’s
the only way I can get through this life
5 or 6 or is it 7
dimensions we can’t even see
I’m struggling with the three in front of me
I wanna see
dinosaur walking through my livin’ room
sometimes, it doesn’t even make sense

I tried to stick my fingers in
not fat, like slim sticks they are
still wouldn’t fit
I wanted to see what would happen
when they hit the blades
perfectly spaced teeth denied my whims

My daddy didn’t love me
So i didn’t love him  back
Is that what  ya wanna hear
Play me  the fool
Play me the drunk
I hate yer face and i know ya hate mine
I’m unique
I’m like one of those painters
Poets, artists, singers
The ones that do sumthin big then kill themselves
‘cept that I’ve done nuthin’ big
Jesus I do’nt  wanna kill myself?
…at least not now
I guess I’m supposed to hate you – you drunk bastard
But i don’t
what you did is nothing at all
nothing at all is what you did
nothing at all, nothing at all

play my zipper like strummin that rock guitar
we’ve all got dreams, but how far?
toss another back, ’cause sure it helps
I’m sure that’s what Dylan does
or surely Jimmy did
4 in the morn in a drunk
haze like purple, oh wait
rolling stone sumthin sumthin
no way I wanna go into the sun like that
I’m more of a moon man
or is that breast man, best man
I was at your wedding
but got drunk
and fucked your sister
I hated how it felt
like I was lovin a softer sweeter version of you
I dropped a note in the wishing well
ha ha ha, back to that blues
like I know what I’m doin’
a lick here and a lick there
a fumbling mess
music and sex, what the difference?
are you good? sometimes
I pretend I’m a famous actor
shit, it’s moved to my right thigh now
I’m kickin’ it old school
I hated school though
everyone against me

Math sucks
I wanna smash shit
I wanna punch it
not so subtle is it?
My arguments always stay hidden
maybe you can coax one out
like a fish from it’s log hideaway
like a fly floating on the pond
I’ll rise to you
or will I?
I remember that time in the car
I wanted to kill that man
really, not really
nothing artistic about
nothing artistic about
a con
the con I’m working on
you are the mark
and I’ve told you
but you still stay
you stay by my side
my side
the place you stay
where I use you
I know you’re not
a number in my
“equation to rule the world”
that’s the “special” talkin’
it’s the last time I promise
yup, you’ve heard it before
I swear on her grave
OK sure she’s not dead, but you know
I will stop this time.