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? Share this:TweetPrintShare on TumblrPocketTelegramWhatsAppEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related