Verse 1

When the great depression hits
Mate, I think about pressin hits
My professorship, and my need to confess w/
My bleeding lips.
Cuz in the lyin roaring twenties
There's no more motherly amenities,
Men saying amen to pretending entities.
It's not amendable,
It's condemnable,
Don't defend their bull
Unless your pen is full
Of the Holy Spirit.
Golly it's not folly Miss Nelly,
Missed out w/ a kiss of silly doubt
Charles Olson Twins in Charge
Barge through the little prairie fairytales.
N'er a fairer tail's been seen
Than the wife of Christ
Undressed by dice
Diced into bite-sized bytes of life.
It's suffice to say,
There might be a bright nicer day.

Verse 3

When F8's recession hits
Maybe the great repressin' gets
Got in the grit of repression, it's
A necessary lesson wit wit and a bit of Wittgenstein.
I spit n shine boot buckles,
Dine n ditchers recline with pitchers
We're blind mute, sayin Uncle
Sam yall never seen the second millennial Son of Samuel
The annual annulment of all burnt sacrifices
Went null when parliament mulled,
They lacked devices suffice
To back decisive action
To the priceless satisfaction
For the vices of Adam's faction,
The madman's retraction, and madam's reactions.
I'm adamant in praxis,
Either add to or dent the bent axis,
Savilion ThoughtBuggin out with Ill n son
We'll pull the rug from out your asses.

from ThoughtBug, A Few Suggestions (Green Walls) 2003.
Words © Cyril Guérette.