OUCH!: Poem of the Day/// hbz

The Meta-ick Song

When I say

Meta-ick

You say

ooooo-gross

Meta-ick

ooooo-gross

Meta-ick

ooooo-gross

Your political talk

screams like a memory

of racist talk

Meta-ick

ooooo-gross

Your political talk

is blobs of fat in my friendly flow

Meta-ick

ooooo-gross

Your political talk

has heat like a homemade bomb

(Explosion)

Meta-ick

ooooo-gross

Your political talk

moves like gears on a war machine

Meta-ick

ooooo-gross

Meta-ick

ooooo-gross

I need to stop my in-take

(Oh/// Yeah)

I need to clear my calender

(Uh/// Huh)

I don't need your HATE Eye

I don't need your easy rude chants

I don't need your map to cruel conclusions

Meta-ick

ooooo-gross

I can hear you

Spicing your children's chicken

Meta-ick

ooooo-gross

Infected

Information

Carries violence

like

D. N. A.

Meta-ick

ooooo-gross

Meta-ick

ooooo-gross

Meta-ick

ooooo-gross

Meta-ick

ooooo-gross