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Correct Poet-Swordsmith Of B.H.C.M. Lyrics
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Rhys Langston
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Correct Poet-Swordsmith Of B.H.C.M.
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“after about an hour of this frightfully difficult literary labor, he fell to the floor exhausted. We saw him creep, feebly, into the nest of the poems which are always there. So that all this work had not been in vain, we made an examination” It’s the poet-swordsmith [Of] Baldwin Hills-Crenshaw Mall Hits but with the shammgod Dangles phrasing like car alarms It’s the poet-swordsmith [Of] Baldwin Hills-Crenshaw Mall Spoken soloist Three filled notebooks all ajar It’s the poet-swordsmith [Of] Baldwin Hills-Crenshaw Mall Hits but with the shammgod Dangles phrasing like car alarms It’s the poet-swordsmith [Of] Baldwin Hills-Crenshaw Mall Spoken soloist Three filled notebooks all ajar I became a brown man in Los Angeles On a magazine cover Man-of-color-mumbled through an interview Then fumbled My line of scrimmage Down and out counting inches Became a Black man downtown With a u-turn In the business district Between my verse And spurned romantic interests Whereas certain phone numbers Now have become prison jumpsuit digits I’m on a cell reverse translating My tweets in techno-yiddish While I lament solipsism As a well-educated happy idiot You never met a wordsmith more illiterate Reclaimant of ride share privileges Unemployment benefits And breadline manuscripts Who makes a mean sautéed spinach That plate of wine-reduced predilections That visage akin Revisionist stone-faced grimace (like what?) Of the strong silent typography Apocryphal Olmec and circumspect To get hemmed denim wet Spit the rawest paroxysms To focus groupers in headphones I’m in the gutter club Slanging clichés The same way a dictionary Rents out ad space To price human emotion And contemporary art In the gallery as an attendant and As a pedant I’m a synonym To [Sic] an off-camera Petrarchan rant Like like like like fuck it, we’ll do it live Rewrite the verse from first stanza Top to bottom Right to left Just to just to just to just to just to Get a rise It’s the poet-swordsmith [Of] Baldwin Hills-Crenshaw Mall Hits but with the shammgod Dangles phrasing like car alarms It’s the poet-swordsmith [Of] Baldwin Hills-Crenshaw Mall Spoken soloist Three filled notebooks all ajar
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