Djjapp777
Bluelighter
From discovering the cosmos to discovering homos,
we've come a long long way,
From caveman clans to world war foes,
we've got lots of shit to say,
With transcending icons and figures of ash,
Incredible awe that lash with a flash,
Which ones make your heart tear and gush and live with a morbid gash?
For some the Nazis and others the black,
Some its the nukes and the '40's flak,
For husbands the existance of that other shadow man,
For wives that homewrecker and waste of life they ran,
The bulldozers that take nature's home or even your very own,
The girl you'll never have who won't pick up her damn phone,
Face it, it's the daily tragedy whether you're jew, chink, or gay,
But for me it's different because I chose another play,
A role I hate to star in because I know the character too well,
So cut the intro and cut to climax where the star has just fell...
Speeding along you're quite confused at the dawn of this new show,
"Hi, I'm a puppet with a brain of cotton who's too naive to know,
I gorge myself for my own content and it only feeds her ego",
And thus begins the paradox of the microwave burrito...
Action...
A hormonic hunger and orgasmic appetite,
I have stepped into the convenient store's deadpan light,
The local bank for Punjabs and hoodlums alike,
A place to walk to because you can't bring your bike.
Burnt from the summer sun and the summer smoke,
Your teenage belly aches for food with your rum&coke,
New to the store's white glow you still squint your eyes,
And through the crazy blindness you still see where she lies...
The frigid bitch lay cold and tough,
The tortilla hiding her lovely stuff,
Beautiful skin, just tall enough,
Rolled tighter than a virgin's muff.
*Ding* *Ding* goes the microwave timer,
So soft and warm I'm glad I didn't fry her,
I unwrap her wrapper and begin to understand,
I began to love holding her in my hand.
I took my first bite and I needed more,
Even though I lost part of her to the shiny floor,
I took another bite and she was inside of me,
Where at last I found a small taste of human delicacy.
But the wrap is slumping so I hold it together,
I fought because I would love this food forever,
Not close to being done not even at the core,
I didn't want to save or delay, I just wanted more...
And how did it hit that very afternoon,
The riddle, dilemma, paradox, the boon,
Ingested and chilled and frosted to the bone,
The day of life turns to the day alone,
Sickly sweet turns to bad cologne,
Dumbfounded and stupid, so I chose to moan.
...What?
Why?...
-Summer of love and I hold a retarded taco-
A mix of herbs that paralyzes the tongue,
The perfect blend of spices to freeze your lung,
A hand of straight hearts you know not to fold,
And *crunch* you break your teeth on the center, ice cold.
But it wasn't just my teeth, my stomach felt numb,
It was the freezing red meat, not just the coke&rum,
She had kicked my ass and I was still hungry,
Some other guys there too, it wasn't just me.
End Scene...
Well I talked too much and you probably know the rest,
Next day, same time, I was dressed my best,
With silk on my feet and heat in my chest,
Being the hoodlum, naggy pest...
You see the sun and then you see the moon,
I see the burrito and then I swoon,
Lovestruck and forgot to duck-
Moonstruck is the end of luck-
So you see this boggling paradox?
The one black bird of a million flocks,
And I hunt harmlessly from a plastic box.
I mean to hunt but I actually feed...
I give the food and she takes all she needs.
Then she leaves like a bat newly freed,
I have no warning, clues, or lead.
Epilogue...
People tell me it can't be done but I dismiss the lore,
Everyday I comeback and cook her more and more,
The shell gets tougher and I never reach the core,
And I myself know it's a paradox...
so what the hell am I trying for?
------------------
"On your planet, 1+1=2; On our planet, 1+1=1." - Ceiba
[This message has been edited by Djjapp777 (edited 11 August 2001).]
[This message has been edited by Djjapp777 (edited 11 August 2001).]
we've come a long long way,
From caveman clans to world war foes,
we've got lots of shit to say,
With transcending icons and figures of ash,
Incredible awe that lash with a flash,
Which ones make your heart tear and gush and live with a morbid gash?
For some the Nazis and others the black,
Some its the nukes and the '40's flak,
For husbands the existance of that other shadow man,
For wives that homewrecker and waste of life they ran,
The bulldozers that take nature's home or even your very own,
The girl you'll never have who won't pick up her damn phone,
Face it, it's the daily tragedy whether you're jew, chink, or gay,
But for me it's different because I chose another play,
A role I hate to star in because I know the character too well,
So cut the intro and cut to climax where the star has just fell...
Speeding along you're quite confused at the dawn of this new show,
"Hi, I'm a puppet with a brain of cotton who's too naive to know,
I gorge myself for my own content and it only feeds her ego",
And thus begins the paradox of the microwave burrito...
Action...
A hormonic hunger and orgasmic appetite,
I have stepped into the convenient store's deadpan light,
The local bank for Punjabs and hoodlums alike,
A place to walk to because you can't bring your bike.
Burnt from the summer sun and the summer smoke,
Your teenage belly aches for food with your rum&coke,
New to the store's white glow you still squint your eyes,
And through the crazy blindness you still see where she lies...
The frigid bitch lay cold and tough,
The tortilla hiding her lovely stuff,
Beautiful skin, just tall enough,
Rolled tighter than a virgin's muff.
*Ding* *Ding* goes the microwave timer,
So soft and warm I'm glad I didn't fry her,
I unwrap her wrapper and begin to understand,
I began to love holding her in my hand.
I took my first bite and I needed more,
Even though I lost part of her to the shiny floor,
I took another bite and she was inside of me,
Where at last I found a small taste of human delicacy.
But the wrap is slumping so I hold it together,
I fought because I would love this food forever,
Not close to being done not even at the core,
I didn't want to save or delay, I just wanted more...
And how did it hit that very afternoon,
The riddle, dilemma, paradox, the boon,
Ingested and chilled and frosted to the bone,
The day of life turns to the day alone,
Sickly sweet turns to bad cologne,
Dumbfounded and stupid, so I chose to moan.
...What?
Why?...
-Summer of love and I hold a retarded taco-
A mix of herbs that paralyzes the tongue,
The perfect blend of spices to freeze your lung,
A hand of straight hearts you know not to fold,
And *crunch* you break your teeth on the center, ice cold.
But it wasn't just my teeth, my stomach felt numb,
It was the freezing red meat, not just the coke&rum,
She had kicked my ass and I was still hungry,
Some other guys there too, it wasn't just me.
End Scene...
Well I talked too much and you probably know the rest,
Next day, same time, I was dressed my best,
With silk on my feet and heat in my chest,
Being the hoodlum, naggy pest...
You see the sun and then you see the moon,
I see the burrito and then I swoon,
Lovestruck and forgot to duck-
Moonstruck is the end of luck-
So you see this boggling paradox?
The one black bird of a million flocks,
And I hunt harmlessly from a plastic box.
I mean to hunt but I actually feed...
I give the food and she takes all she needs.
Then she leaves like a bat newly freed,
I have no warning, clues, or lead.
Epilogue...
People tell me it can't be done but I dismiss the lore,
Everyday I comeback and cook her more and more,
The shell gets tougher and I never reach the core,
And I myself know it's a paradox...
so what the hell am I trying for?
------------------
"On your planet, 1+1=2; On our planet, 1+1=1." - Ceiba
[This message has been edited by Djjapp777 (edited 11 August 2001).]
[This message has been edited by Djjapp777 (edited 11 August 2001).]
