Shallow

05/23/22

I want that shallow life —
that jumpy-jump —
I want that big-butt —
that small stuff!

I want that whole pie
and nothin’ more.
I want to not die
and see the sky
and awaken
and see ‘er cry.

In the corners,
we don’t hide
In the corners,
that jumpy-jump —
only real snide,
not nothin’ much.
And the cigarettes
blastin’ Brady Bunch
on a V-C,
are that Emcee
to the B-B and a big “C” —
don’t follow me
don’t follow me,

cause I don’t want a real me.