WENDIGO

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I'm a lyricist
Of unbeknownst intelligence
unimpressed by uninspired analytics
When you're cliche ridden
All the tropes are unsurprising
Tides are rising
Backs against the ropes
While you underperform for folks
Developing a fetish
For being uninformed
I could
Beat an uninsured horse
Until the heavens warmed over
Then ride the excised spirit into unfertilized soil
If only I could toil unbothered for a fortnight
Loaded revolver lying by the typewriter
Like how Paul Schrader wrote Taxi Driver
Too confident to be obscure
Too humble for the eminence
Weird enough to be suspect
And way too obvious
For the real killer
I occupy that microscopic spot
Of forgotten fizzy nonsense a blossoming Province
Betwixt the Dalai Lama
And less wholesome internet comments
Between american white males
Who claim pops taught em
And cops who shot bullets
At residents tossing rocks
Gottem
Just promote em and get it over with
I haven't missed a minute
Of your promo film
Try me if you're up to snuff
Can I help it if
Murders what
Gets my interest up
So ignorant
I might run for president
Or get my citizenship
And run for PM
Might get too political then
Who am I kidding
I would never get elected
Tan is too natural
My past is too hectic
My message is too mixed
Cuz I love burning bras
But doing somersaults over the laws
Not how I get my rocks off
Plus my long johns
Smell like marijuana too often
In case you wondered
If I'd like some coughing with my coffee
My dad calls that accent Kings English
I got it from my mother
Pretty sweet deal ain't it
El Tesoro de Brooklyn
That's my Madre
Seen her slap a missile out the sky
Like it's just Wednesday
She taught me how to stand clear of the mishegas
Wasn't great for confidence but I learned to just
Write down all of my cleverest comments
Love that woman
But I guess she coulda pushed me more
Maybe then I wouldn't be such a whore
For stockpiling heart shaped approval ratings
I spoiled myself before the quarantine
poster boy for Californian chill
And that DC don't shit faze me
At some point in my dehydrated
pink eye riddled statements
I need to take time to decline payment
For this knee high stack of pages
You could slice into like eight pieces of entertainment
Since it's all about nostalgia and debt settling
Instead of reputation now
I spread the deck and then settle on sevens wild
It's the middle of the month
I like to meddle with gentleman's styles
Three buttons is a little 90s that's conjecture
I prefer to revel inside concepts
You can't measure
Second of December
That's my decade anniversary
Of when I ended that wendigo mercilessly
I swear my intent was just to wound him
So I could get up close but got startled
Pulled a Goldblum and well
There you go
When it was finally reconstructed
I couldn't put my index on to why
Everyone but Daddy King
Seemed so afraid to use them
Took a Polaroid that to this day remains undeveloped
Little worried sun dog might stop by for collections
Can you imagine
Seems so unfair
To let something so untapped stay unsullied
Maybe that's why lately
My sixguns been so unlucky

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