D E A D C R U S H (my guy)
my guy fancies grub that work him jaw - open wide
for flamin’ hot sliders with dustbin buns an’ a gooey slice of manhole pie
my guy blabs with his trap filled, nose in the filthy bushes, won’t temme why.
like he’s debatin’ with critters of the juvenile kind
ask him why. all he say is
yu gotta see dem belly buttons flail
lak a rogue skirt on a windy-ass day
my guy loves to slink silent, hitched to them calves like a cabooze -
he press snooze.
goin’ down sticky toy tracks, see a green light an’ he up like a kite