Talking Shit

[skonen_blades]

I’m going to the bathroom through this shithole in my mouth.
It’s an itchy, itchy asshole there just like the dirty south.
I’m talking shit most all the time through a shit-eating grin
What I want to say leaks out like fecal gelatin

It comes out in a rush, it’s just like verbal diarrhea
If you stand in front of me, I wouldn’t want to be ya
This mic is a suppository, or it’s a sewer pipe
Or maybe it’s a toilet brush, or it’s a baby wipe

All’s I know’s the shit that flows that should be for my ass
Is searching for expression through percussive gusts of gas
The chunks and spurts of stinky darkness find my twitching lips
And from them poetry that’s made of Mr. Hanky drips

Its movements are from bowels made and when they come to light
It’s like I flicked a paintbrush dipped in shit at you tonight
A brand new batch of freckles on your cheeks from what I say
I can’t hold it in for long or else I start to spray

Invective cursing dialogue at strangers on the bus
If I try to hold it in I’ll get oral colitis
So I’m glad I’ve got this mic to shit into your ears
To grunt and strain and pinch off loaves each Monday here for years

Opinions, assholes, everyone that’s in this room has got ‘em.
When I speak it’s like my mouth becomes a dirty bottom
Whether brown or bloody black or with a clay-like grayness
I hope that you the audience can forgive my profane-ness





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