Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Porterhouse Thrills

Been aging myself like beef,
standing idle until I'm ripe for extraterrestrial abduction,
broadcasting on a frequency of low self-esteem,
a welcome guest to a sissy race of clammy-skinned, space dweebs,
deep inside I hide the truth,
in the White House of my soul,
in the locket of my heart,
there lies a whole new start,
a mustard seed of unborn art,
kicking like an atomic fetus inside my heart!