- 11.19. RAVE OF THE RANT -

- 11.19. RAVE OF THE RANT -



might would be a bird

on the wing nary no wing

on the bird, who's heard?

list'ning to the turned tables

save that vinyl touch of gold



this ain't no Shirley

Temple tune no mo', we're'n

never, ee'n Rockwell

spilled his bill, later 'bout a

blackbird on the wing & no



wing on the bird, look

to life, y'all what think you think

you know sumthin', eh?



(All think they know something)



poll' wants a cracker

poll' is a cracker, part o'

what gott'n us under

some barrel, barrfin'up truth

mouths o'makin' saliva



contingent-on...  Hey,

trymasters, It's hardly the

rats but the fouls what

attract, eh?, ee'n turned tables

with that vinyl touch for gold



ne'er assuage nor save

strains to a place not in the

heart as old as air



(All think they know something)



Whites' black ain't t' the

takin' that back, ee'n if you's

t' slappy Perry

with a Jo-Jo yo!-yo! an'

parry-up with Barry-been



mahbaybeemahbay...

maybe the soft slappy drawln'

Rawlstyle in hebben?

Nah! Not the rave of the rant

nor Its brother & brothers



how many Rockwells,

mario 'fore bluffery's

tak'd-up, taskunmaske

Major Gen'ral Mills, Pillsburph

Buttery Biscuit Hour?



...might would be a bird

on the wing nary no wing

on the bird, who's heard?



...hardly the rats what

fouls, hyperbarbaric air

but competing truths



(All think they know something)



                          H.e.m/H'H

                        11.19.MMix.