LADY GODIVA: The Naked Truth

Truth be told,      as if the truth is ever told It's bold, whilst you're emboldened In the streets, beholden to no one Howling for blood Loud in even louder crowds... You've forgotten That I'm Queen of the Clouds Wolves are merely beasts That grovel at mah feets I'll throw that gavel Through the glass Out onto the gravel Shrill through the shards I cast justice through the crowds Everyone cowering, no, nobody bows To the Queen of the Clouds But my will be ill quill I'll write the fucking song To save the world He's got his sister He's got his son I have no one Towering stoic Female heroic I'll get bi Break through Shackles & shrouds Because I'm the mother fuckin' Queen of the Clouds You can bring the gasoline You can bring the silver silent pellets But your palate is a plate back at my place where you'd feast upon my pelt Never even got felt up Belt stuck Carpet burns on your face Falling somewhere...

We all have that artifact buried deep in our closet,                 That object we refuse to look at or throw away. We all struggle for a the moment at the mic,                 Then once it’s thrust in our face, we’ve got nothing to say. We all look down on the downtrodden, such a slob get a job chase that coin                 But homelessness is the new country club we all join.                                 (and it’s free to get in) We all: ignore our sins, forget our blessings, count our problems—a bitch can’t solve ‘em?  Think you ought to back that track up and re-revolve ‘em. A ghe...

A quick suicide with a two-sided razor, If I added my blood—it’s just for flavor. I watched over her like a worried mother, Surveyed  her surrender to a Soma Coma And I would never judge her because I understand her disease and her need To escape from this quality of life & this cost of ‘living’ And the erroneous tee-vees that act like it’s reality they’re giving. Her head, It starts to nod. Her words, Get blurred and she starts to sob, Over how she needs to get a job. & I think that it’s odd that her head starts to bob And she looks less like hippie and more like odd. I’m indentured. Should not have ventured this far from home. Sadly comprehending                 I’m better off alone.