The Guest

Ah! You came
Even though you I didn't invite
Oh, I did?
Shit, sorry man, er.... have a great night!

My Soul Is A City Of Crime

My soul is a city of crime
As I hold my gat gangsta-wise
That's holding your gun by the side
As I blast away my friends and family
Changed from joviant Jekylls to haunting Hydes

Wash bloody hands in rusty waters
I blast away strangers, presidents, daughters
I am become beast, an animal of slaughter
Everything about me is changing
My life before the streets, it doesn't even matter

But I ain't gonna be some low income sucker
That blood lust comes my way, I run and duck'er
This isn't a place for innocence, no, no
BANG BANG BANG, it's Resident Evil 5 motha fucka!

My Father, Part I

I am half the man
My father is
No, I am not a weakling
I am just
Chromosomally speaking

My Father, Part II

I am also half the man
My mother would have been

Summer Rain

Pitter patter goes the rain
Onto my roof shingles
Drippy drop through the cracks
Splish sploshing down the walls
Plippity plot onto my floor
Aaaaand there goes my insurance money

So Far Away

I sit in my sweaty hotel room
Watching episodes of the "Honeymooners"
Maybe it is because it is from another generation
That is why I do not understand the jokes
Or maybe because it is in Thai
And I do not understand the language

Under The Old Oak Tree

On a sweltering day
An old man told me
A phrase
Underneath the old oak tree
"To make an omelette, you
Must break a few of eggs"
"Depends on the size of the egg"
I said
And gave him some change