BRAT

in the UK they blame the blob
here we cite the swamp
we’re on the same page, see
at the end, just monkeys wit pencils
we have to take stock
whenever ppl drop facts
i say wow even the dumbest ppl
can teach u at least one thing
the british are so funny
like what is conceding
haha we’re winners, winners don’t do that
yell into a crowd: “ which one of u is clare ” ???
which sounds innocent enough
but is actually commentary
on how whites dress / look the same
they are hobbits
at this bar called MY HAPPY PLACE
azn dentist, nimble fingers
workin’ on my teef
we’ll get a handle on it
this ax, or the tree that remembers
tree begs ax to stop, he has practiced his swing
he is so good-looking & wants u to agree
b—says let me go
he is the sort of man
who gets mad if u call him fancy
i let the ax go
it strikes him, he vibrates
clout is in the eye of the beholder
most ppl wit money got no taste
to u, i contribute my body
we slot together so elegantly
we become one, i’m missing u already
the tommy mottola of chi-nima
yes, mayakovsky’s cloud trousers flatter
i want to see ur seat, nice rump & manhole
i am inside it
u roll over & crush some purple flowers
since no one appreciates dahlias
rendering me irresistable
way out in the rurals
a cardinal comes up to the feeder
to show off its (?) baby
i zip it into a washbag, i’m no fool
it impresses the masses, the rabble-rousers
& really anyone within earshot
who wants to get on wit the show
another miracle