Ode To Bebe Daddi
I hate him now
I luv'd too long
thought unconditionally
possibly eternally strong
twas internally wrong cause
I would have capped someone in the face for him
now I just wanna cap him in the face.
As I eat his soul
and shit him out.
He made me hate him
cause he almost destroyed me.
I almost let him
As he robbed me of my innocence
and burned me like incense
on his babylonian altar
while disguised by locks
that I wish would choke him
fuckin a I wanna smoke him.
Bad
He's straight up poison
vexation to spirit.
Demon perpin as a shaman
and he can't heal shit.
especially when he left we for dead
as I bled his seed
i'd like to see him bleed
and beg
for me to stop hating him
because it's destroying him
as I munch on his tart soul
so I can suffice the hunger
he served me on a paper plate
I want to feast to fill the empty hate
he served to me on a silver platter
I wanna watch as his spirit becomes famished
while mine just gets fatter
And I know it's cold
to think such things
but the same song is so old
that he sings
in crow
lawd knows
I'm not a canary
kept in mines and tunnels
to indicate there's air left to breathe
he once was the air I breathed
that made me wheeze
and gasp to grasp futures
of cardio-sutures and stitches
under skin that melt'd away
giving way to scars
inflicted by mars
Wars are where
I found this this state
Though taught me how to love
yet so ignorantly fed his fate
there is but one
I could even have the capacity
to hate.
So
let it be known
it is just too late.
© 2000
pardonezmoi.
