Humanities, the arts,
Is studies of the past...
June 1997, I was five years old. Standing in a big...
Traffic light cycled
no one moved yet no one honked...
Got home just in time,
to have a short chat...
My muse has been pissed off by crude attempts by...
Ludicrous verse...
Me Granny she was Irish
Me Granddad came from Wales...
The jungle has changed.
The names rearranged...
They tried to stay awake.
But sleep they did make...
I was looking for a hobby and feeling rather...
so I thought I would become an outlaw biker and...
A Mexican? now aint that quaint? we have to hire...
well lets see my foreign friend if you respest...
At first people take a second look at me
they recognize the rapper I used to be...
The men in the street
Are the least discreet...