Busterfield busteredly
Black hearted men with white hearted skin
And we call it by a name of racial slurs and ethnicity
Electricity
Electic rummaging in the carriage of the toddler
Fodder for the cannon
Rightful cannon fodder
In dark greens and browns
Burgandy is my color of the day
Something for the taker to come take away
Someone to break into, bash into the bone
Screaming of love into the microphone
To call forth the armies to come fight for love
When such dreamy lovers can't catch up above
And forcing each rhyme 'cuz it won't come a-na-tu-ral
For the retards are brilliant and the wise are downed
But we're not talking about you and I anymore
Chrysillis, call my crisis
Break day on morning's sunset
The metaphor is irony
The dreaming prefect
The wording switch write
To make USA'll broken
And throw in the towel for the meaning's misspoken
(Of course, I stopped the rhythm rhyming a
L
O
N
G
^
T
I
ME-->
A-GO
Because the dirty pretty poems made me sick
Now don't get it wrong
I love the number thirteen
Take a naughty meaning
And make it not wirth a thing
Mix and match the vowels, constants, and majiks
And make life worth living for the
BRILLIANT
Attractions
Because opposites attract
As long as you thing it's true
And no one loves typos
Quite like I love you
So lets not stop yet
Quit while we're ahead
LETS MAKE OURSELVES stupid
Before we remember
Because nothing rhymes with orange
Unless you wanna re-use orange
But everyone does that
So its for the conservitives
Now no one believes me
When I call them out
When I call them stupid
They scream and they shout
The get all angry and stuff
And I can't help but be blunt
Why so freakin' serious?
Your mind's running amok
And now that it's stupid
And I'm getting out of hand
And I might as well stop
And I might as well stand
I might as well sit
Take a big fat --
Well, you know where I'm going
If you've got any wit...
So goodbye, dearest friend
Remember, I hate big words
Humongous ingenuity
Perplexing constrewity
Angularistic compassion
And screw it, I'm done
Author notes
LETS PAINT OURSELVES STUPID
Enjoy the killing joke
Laugh our fucking asses off
While we die, we choke
Believe me, I hate it
Knowing I'm wrong
But I couldn't make it better
With any prose or song
So join me a minute
And let the drugs take effect
You'll be dreaming by morning
With your side-matrix intellect
