Satisfied?

Its not going to start the same

no lame brain

criminally insane

wearing the lions mane

I Biscayne or drain

Bring your hands

and your weights

maybe your bible

a young mans escape

from a barbed

and nickel clad

smile denial

a rusted and dim

set of fingerprinted bars

oh I wish for a candy bar

a mars, a snickers

I'm satisfied

dipped in batter

and deep fried

my pain is killed

my bar bitch you ate

a mistake of course

a trail led off course

my face is coarse

not my face

my hair is coarse

my teeth are brushed

with decadent peppermint

I usurp the government

no longer my pimp

I  work for myself

I drive my own car

gassing up I see a Texaco star

than not soon

a light rose

above that

concreted sign

my friends from above

once back

just to wine and to dine

"The tea is on" 

I screamed just to shout

my hands are warm

my body is numb

my violence is not dumb

A D & A

wait a B

C me

feed me

read me

a paralegal deeds me

sauce me

don't cross me

obviously a loss to me

1996