Have You No Shame? (Not if You Don't Know my Name)

Inherent insanity is fabricated fantasy

gone with the plans of the handy man

that found within his plan thirteen hidden strands

that fanned out beneath and then he seen

three things, three things

you couldn't retrieve

with a hidden seive inside of tealeaves

squeezing the brain stealing my mind

I climb inside and find entwined

within the vines is my past playfully

characterized, a theater of the

enamored mind, I got the time

so I sit the fuck down and enjoy the ride.

The fly, tight, hippest ride.

And when I get up, I'm

just like when I started

this rhyme The bitter sarcasm festers inside,

like little orgasms of massive fascism,

classist face jism,

hold your racism,

and just a dash of your sexist

totalitarianism prism.

Christened upon the cross that I liked a lot.

Sure did, I thought, got caught,

then ran, saw the cops,

flashed my brights and drove the fuck off.

Rehearsed this verse in a hearse,

the worst I saw was a nurse, lips pursed,

me first, you're cursed.

Now kiss the dirt.

From the tip of my cock-rocket,

I thrust inert.

You laugh,

sure.

Now, we know what lies in your future.