The Town Crier

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Tic tic boom –

Gimme some room,

Fire in the hole –

I got veins of gold. &

I’m taking the room,

Like Va va voom; Vroom-vroom

Autobon chased with

A little, je ne sais quoi.

(& a bla, bla, bla)

You don’t know what I do to the brain

It ain’t the same when you drive in my lane

Got quiet; real fast,

It’s a blast; gunpowder & sass;

Enough hot air for 99 balloons,

Power a fleet of pontoons, schooners.

Shoot you to the moon,

On a witches broom,

I’m a crooner and a howler,

Always on the prowl,

Like the owl – hoot hoot

I get real rude

Hella height on my attitude

I get altitude. Mile high, word?

Fly like birds, skkrrrrt,

Tailfeather twerks,

it works for dinosaurs,

My murmurs be flirtin’

I’m older than school,

Study the soul.

I been so many miles

A few fatal flaws,

Kitty got claws,

Hold the applause.

My apple sauce got cinnamon,

I’m it, I got diamond mines in my mouth,

Let me dig-in for some clout

Shout out to the miners

The real workers

Blue collared badgers

Check your ledgers

They’re taking pledges

I straddle the fence like a bronco

Try me…I can do at least 10

If you know what I mean

Is that wrong though

I got smooth flow.

Like take you to the river

Like feed your hive mind

to the honeybee eater

Like out-wing a hummingbird warrior

Spitting soul fire

Old paradigms feed the Pyre

They call me the Town Crier