This twisted excavation that is grass
Grows deep inside me,
Am I the pretender of grass?
Or am I the flawless deep sea fish
That is tired of diving?
I want to be my mother!
For she is quite the broad
Dancing in heaven as we speak!
Am I the four of wands in reverse?
For the sky is falling
And I am here for it!
The troubles of youth are pretending
And the ratchetness smells ratchet
I can only hope the streets are missing
Could you be my divine partner?
For love is one\'s emotional withdrawal!
I am discovering someone seeing clearly
The darkness that is evading
The tainted rose...
Sweet dreams are reversed!
And the ice cream is not fair
Especially when the streets are hot
And the suntan lotion is melting
Into the radicalness of my brain
And I am going crazy!
For the politics in the streets
Is not as golden as the crack cocaine
Dispersing every window!
And I am being exposed...
For America is a naked man
And I am a naked woman,
For I want to make love to America
For he is as soft as the summer breeze
And he makes me go mad
With vile passion and glee,
I grieve for my body\'s life\'s work.