Thursday, April 11, 2013

That Thing Poets Do In April: 10/30

How do you kill a man?
It's easy
Use fire and burn him
Use water and drown him
They're sons of Icarus
Trying to be fly

Weighed down by perception
Get Big
Posture up, Peacock
Fan out wings
Imposter flight

Posse Up Penguins
No Tuxedos tap dancin
Just "Suit and Tie" Swag-Jackin'
Pretending through emulating
The "self" you saw in another
Insist on calling him "Nigga"
Instead of "Brother"
Birds of a feather

On wax
On tracks
On TV Screen

On Dancer
On Prancer
On Vixen
Dear me

Rudolph with the infrared beam
Run and take flight
For fame and fortune
Let it Rain

How do you kill a man
It's simple
They're sons of Icarus
They'll kill themselves

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