I’m gunna have to bring it in the car boot
& someone’s gunna have to break out the law suits…
It’s an everything & the kitchen sink kind of situation
This has been a total fuck up
This almost calls for a total annihilation
It’s gunna take my a while
I’m comin for you big guy
My eyeballs have done more damage than they can imagine,
poor little eyeballs- they never saw it comin
Dig the hole bury the eyeballs
Dig the hole bury the dress
Dig the hole bury the subjectification- plant the seed of something I want to be a part of, not this little boys club.
This is me digging, deep.
I’m comin for you big guy
Poor little eyeballs- they never saw it comin
Sometimes ‘doers’ are too busy doing & sometimes ‘thinkers’ are too busy thinking, we should talk, we should set a meeting, title; ‘the extravagant pride of man’
I’m comin for you big eye
I have not the words, but I have time
I have not the intellect, but I have to time
Jane Austen to Charles Bukowski there is masculinity, but I still can’t find me…
We should talk.
credits
from Bsides this, it is what it is not,
track released October 28, 2018
from Bsides this, it is what it is not
Woy | Poetaster | Bard: Kieran Chae Dickson
Producer | Engineer | Musician: Samual Swain
Percussion: Thomas Harrison
Flute: Erica Tucceri
Piano Accordion: Moses Carr
Mastering: Adam Dempsey
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