Back in the days, when life was a maze
I thought I was crazy, or maybe just maybe
I hadn’t found what I was looking for,
All the trips and whores of the distant shores,
Settling lands and filling gravestones, more and
More I wanted more…

I wanted more…………!
I wanted more…………!
I wanted more…………!

A world of chaos, settles after a boil,
And toil, toil, I will. I will destroy you.
And re-runs are like daffodils,
Each thoughts been picked,
Airlifted from the accident, with thoughts like this!

Thoughts like this!
Thoughts like this!
Thoughts like this!

Yeah, I learned what the bass meant
in the basement
Went through it all, face to the pavement
when I stopped caring, yeah there it went.
Now, I’m fresh, and new. A dead resident!

A dead resident!
A dead resident!
A dead resident!

Writing on the train
And feeling gravity,
falling fast
weights on my feet,
sinking to the deep
The water controlled me,
what an ego
Till I learned to let go!
Now I’m in control!

Now I’m in control!
Now I’m in control!
Now I’m in control!

I think!
I am!
I think!
I am!

And you don’t matter, no blah, blah, blah!

I think!
I am!
I think!
I am!

And you don’t matter no blah, blah, blah!

The whiny horses, the neigh sayers,
Aren’t going after me no more,
The world, is a watchdog, and it’s a quarter-to-four
And this garbage in hand, yeah, I am looking for more.

More!
Yeah, more!
Yeah, I’m looking for more!

Cause one man’s trash is another man’s treasure!
This poem, I wrote I can do it better.
I can rhyme it faster, I am a Wu-Tang Master.
And I kick the shasta, boom boom boom rasta!

Boom Boom Boom Rasta!
Boom Boom Boom Rasta!
Boom Boom Boom Rasta!

Cause one man’s trash is another man’s treasure!
This poem, I wrote I can do it better.
But the words, I write and I rock in steady,
Because my name is Jason, yeah, Who’s my Freddy?!

Are you my Freddy?!
Are you my Freddy?!
Are you my Freddy?!

When I write I sit down, and write in silence
Sometimes I write yeah, to defy it,
Sometimes my religion is science
And I shock myself, till no compliance!

Till no compliance!
Till no compliance!
Till no compliance!

When I think in this, time of climate
When the moon is out, I can start a riot
I can fill my pockets up with moon dust
And watch as the oceans turn to rust!

Turn to rust!
Turn to rust!
Turn to rust!

Cause one man’s trash is another man’s treasure!
I’m the weather man, yeah, here’s the weather
I write this song, and I learn my lesson.
Cause this world I know yeah, it keeps me guessing!

Yeah it keeps me guessing!Yeah it keeps me guessing!

Yeah, what’s the question?!Yeah what’s the question?!
Yeah what’s the question!?!

Don’t
be
a
mark!

 

man the storm is the alter ego of Jason Wright, founder and Editor of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly.