Citizens are Gifted

Footprints skip across the creek of childhood past, The last lost creak of stares at a freak hint at this wild blast Called living; small and shivering delivered in St. Joseph’s, a host of nurses Immersed in embryonic fluid; Who would imagine the sonic emblems Hemmed in linen when men in ballcaps Look back at a small chap named liryC backwards? Who packs nerds & jocks alike into the Comfort Zone, Yeah right, maybe for a troglodyte. I’m a frog foglight in a bog at night Who won’t hog the right to jog dendrites And bend the mighty Golden Horseshoe up our ass, Bold and of course you have to ask credentials Nicene Creed indeed essential. Potential potent energy for men who need Niacin, Your weak blood, try again And this time instead of buying in just be honest Honour us ponderous anonymous astronomers Synonymous with fond to bust Respond with Trust … Canada … thanks But never a clever dank bank manager. from Bassments of the Badman Vol. II “Citizens are Gifted ft Epic & AME109” (Hand’Solo/URBNET, 2003)