Corey 2.0

In the present tense, I'm with your girl slathering Pert Plus
Past perfect, I was the one who took her to the back of the bus (tripping)

lunch timing with stale crust, monkey bars with lots of rust
Don't this flourescent lighting make my khakis look robust

Johnny Cage apparel like a Wal*Mart greeter
February calendar jampants with the wife beater

kidnap your family disguised as a streetsweeper
leave them on the grass in a field like a sheepish bleater

Ford Focus fan-club arthritic mathematician
box-fan fan-club like a dorm room magician (powdery)

lemon ice box pie in the kitchen like a geriatric
mom who really gives a shit about how Jerry actin

enjoying Apple Barn therapeutic candles in the Buick mandals
preparing power of attorney papers because of all the handles

grateful for my reason cuz the reason for the season
is lost in the season, especially when the season's freezin

thinking like a rock I sink like a stock on a run with the cop
ripping Armani textured jackets on the top

floor of the boredom column aka War-room Harlem
aka forty seven for all mankind's wrestler theorem

brazen no-look mall exiting sounds the maverick alarm
next thing you know you've got your crush under your arm

for a healthy jaunt through the campus plaza
dad opted out of health insurance for the tucked-in Mazda

wizardcore barista mafioso, asi-asi is Spanish for so-so
I'm loco like pokedex sounds with reverb and tremolo

Austin 3:16

drinking airline orange juice
in this intentional community
of perfidy and profundity

the janitorial staff is striking
out into the arterial road
of the neighborhood in which I was raised

"you have a remarkable voice"
I fingered the body panel on the CTS
and the clearcoat pitting played like a record

The man who tinted my first car
later threatened physical violence
because we prank called him

I didn't go to Franklin for weeks
but I listened to Pat's violent encouragement
and returned for a milkshake

Tennesseans are always surprised by the heat
and I suppose we all do forget
the sting of death