Obnoxious Toxins

dandily poppin headz like dandelions trying to be wry yet private like Ryan vying for the Truth like a German why close your eyes and you missed it dissed dismissing misses hissing at my history victory for the vital recitals might go without titles but strike like rifles or shotguns i’ve learned a lot son just rhyming subconsciously nauseous we try to stand staunchly but raunchy ranchers wrangle with word-lancers and lap-top dancers hope that glancers will appreciate their body of work but get jerked by shoddy initiates i wish we’d get recognized for our art-hearts but verbal darts and tongue-lashings keep us thrashing not rashly the rashes of cashiers handling dirty money hurt me and my sons see I won three battles before it rattled my guilt destroying words built on stilts ain’t skill but still a thrill between true respecters or those bad karma collectors © Headcleaners 2: Headcleaning, Delegates of Culture, 2002.