Be not afraid, the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Break on down, do the boogaloo, make like a penguin, then--
what happened?
Preternatural cheerfulness? A broken claim to connection?
Japanese paper sleeve edition?
Not in a dismissive way, but intentionally.
A sudden declaration of war in the New/ark
What happend. What happend.
War. War.
Don't fight the feeling
The antique blacks are so rare. Captivity parody.
To the masters of the diva stare-down
supporters of Jamie Foxx line of platinum wigs.
the Ray Charles line of shade
Mumbling deejays who know all the words by heart
Startled groupies who know all the hearts by word
Part-time wifeys who don't give a fuck
Riot inciters setting off the truck alarm, car alarm, pharmacy alarm
practically in slow-motion cause we are our own heroes
And some of us are so charming we get bored with it
break it down to one question
May we be acceptable in our own sight
