Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear
Hell Floats (Giving God a Kiss)
I don’t give a fuck like my man, Joey Lott -
sitting in his shed, man, I dig what he got.
And then we got Rodriguez in his Goldblum ‘Fly’ glasses
rolling in that sweet ride, spinning circles ‘round their asses.
Now Prince got his peg-leg pants on,
walking all the way down to that bank, son.
And Sandy’s Peggin’ Sonia in unsinkable boats
while King Tony’s cronies A/B test those waters
to see what the hell floats.
Gurus shilling gimmicks breeding mimics
but the minutes that are ticking away on the countdown clock.
Hurry up and order if you’re finally ready to rock.
Sure, adrenalines a’pumping, blood's jumping through your veins
but just wait
til it hits the back of your brain...
Are you high,
enlightened,
or insane?
Is there a difference?
Is it all the same?
Gimme a fix that fixes me quick
before I give it all up and open these wrists
to the sky and ask ‘Why?’ and ‘Is this all there is?’
Couldn’t I just get by by giving God a kiss?
5-16-24