Have I Told You! I Was Blessed to See, Graced By The Presence of the Big Juicy Mellifluous ‘D’

It was kind of an open, laid back, slam thing

And this dude bro aflame with the spirit takes stage

Proclaims in the voice of the prophet:

“I’m not so much a poet,

but a bringer of shame

You can call me Big Juicy Mellifluous ‘D’

I am here to return the favor

I’m here to Instruct you in the ways of loss.

I come home in a rut, and hear her screaming from behind the door

DIG ME OUT! DIG ME OUT! DIG ME OUT!

yeah

You see, this isn’t my life, nor a fairy tail

This is the receipts of my death

Bed.

I WILL FUCK YOU WHERE YOU SLEEP

That’d be such a serious threat, don’t you think

If it weren’t such a common place thing

I mean, an affair, a tryst, or taking communion,

These are the terms, true love to fling

You might be naive

Some unpunctured waif being

With your hymen unmurdered

You soul may still sing

I am here to say, give it up

Such things are a pretense

And the verb is fucked

As in, we are all this thing

“

I heard him out, we all did

He spoke truth based on how loud he spat it, dang

I would move to comfort someone had they confessed such a pain

In a normal situation, of a soul in disdain

But he chose to play preacher

So I laughed, cause, c’mon ma’n

Whatchu doing here.

Are you hoping for me to lead you to the hem of a garment

Or are you here for the ‘just the tip’ game.

Wherefore all this angry rain?