I’ve got reach!
Hang in, both hands in:
All slow-cookers, crock pots, my empty pockets, their way and your face!
Rick James (Chapelle): “What did the five fingers say to the face?
Clap with godlike authority, define my presence, assert my prerogatives and obtain mine endeav-ors.
Yes “mine”, why follow suits when they only come in 4 styles and 2 colors?
I only wanna hand you food for thought and solicitation like hors d’oeuvres.
Frisking Lady Liberty’s toga seams, molesting her curves; it seems she’ll drop the torch before the law books.
I too dream of a renaissance America and legal marijuana pubs, free of all these overly dressed crooks…
But they got Reach.
Yet, I’ve got reach too!
Hopefully enough to hold her hand and cross this bridge,
Leaps of faith sometimes involve impromptu conflicts like marriages with outside kids,
Fate has me pitched as the old guy, rich; one free hand left for being responsible enough to account for my own
Sick perspectives explain these borrowed men on preapproved time shifts,
Complicating their own short spans, slithering through Life’s clit.
Really, it’s not vulgar if you pop out the lenses and see the picture, shhhhhiiiit…
***photo credits go to http://m.flickr.com/#/photos/keele_photography/8614403321/ ***