I once saw the devil in a matchbook
I once saw the buildings of hell in an ashtray
I fought hell head-on in my notebook.
I remember the first day I went insane,
I was strumming a guitar outside, on a gravel driveway
Smoke was in the air, from my cigarette
And my last lucid thought was “maybe this time”.
Maybe this time, I will understand something greater then myself
I didn’t. I was just tagged like a cow’s ear for slaughter,
And never did I again silence the laughter
Oooh baby baby it’s a wild world.
Why wait for genocide, take a deep breath outside
With our spinach
Who will take the educated rhymer to the next limit
where he can hit the links and kick it YEAH
Ooh baby baby it’s a wild world. You’re a wild one, with your gravy stained pajamas
Girl I want in, ooh baby you’re a wild one rocking in the streets
Of Davis Square hooting and hollering at the Boston Garden
Ooh baby baby it’s a wild world. You‘re a wild one, with your beautiful headdress on
Taking sunshine into your silent beams, making rhymes
Float in the sun, like a rainbow after rain
Ooh baby baby it’s a wild world. with your drugs in your hand,
And your outstretched arms, and your buildings are toppling down
Ooh baby babe it’s a wild world . You’re a wild one, not to wild that you cant see someone
In front, and drunk and stumbling
Ooh Baby baby it’s a wild world.
Jason Wright is the founder and Editor of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. He’s been doing this a while.
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