Where are the Romantics?
To feed me my pill,
This is not your kill
Bling Bling Vandal
And this suffocating stage
Will soon
Conversion table when
She eats what
She comes to eat!
Jewels in the moth of my speech
Quieting my loud fashion during Passion Week
To find
Supa Sista's
Mingling chopsticks into 2 by 4 homes
Inventing a foundation of vegetarian tongues
Survival beyond man's bones
Survival beyond man's bones
Piercing cheeks
With microphones
Showing devotion towards her profession
Gasping
For any Hindu in the Ghetto to bless her
Gasping
Cause its men's night in her Elizabeth
Where Purple Passages land as aprons on my earth
As the wolf whistles and invitations
Lead me to the
Brown
Not all the way
Brown Belladonna's in Pagan Ringlets and Baptist
Singers who wear concert t-shirts that read - KISS
Who bring me the Exotic River
Who bring me wings of the female Vikings never discovered
Who bring me a driver who takes my range
Outside the Star of David to avoid potential bombing
Cause my Karma's luxury suite can catch on fire
And when it does
Supa Sista's hum and their cocoa breathes
Meditate
Into Monk's cloth protection,
As my day's work escapes with no burns
Here Sista's don't dream of becoming actresses
In republics where lover's
Can't touch
Or share colors
Here Sista's don't need to convince
Ultra hippies to buy hallucinations from someone
Their color
It's Men's night in her Elizabeth
And in this Great Dane Observatory
Sisterhood is the marquee
Air commodores above celestial hierarchy
So before the Romantics arrive
To feed me my pill
Please allow my callboy
To bring on my leading man
And escape into the crawl space
Of her Elizabeth