Typical Cats –

What You Thought Hops lyrics

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Typical Cats – What You Thought Hops lyrics

Send* corrections to the typist Poetry

is the language of imagination Poetry

is a form of positive creation Difficult

isn't, it the point Ya? missin it Rockin's

kinda new to me cause my true love is poetry I

don't know what you thought hops but chief I've got tall props see This

be thee rebuttal version To

mister academic who does not believe that my poems would Could

should have muscles and bodies like this one I

want my poem to be brazen and long legged And

squash mud under a hard yellow heals wicked gravity I

wish to leave this lab of brains swishing in jars And

write poems that shatter glass with undeniable bodies I

want to be a word that wants to be a sweating brick So

drink that through your pointed teeth and critique it I

want to be the strophe that strokes the ear in salty heaves A

spine that bends and works like the dance you shut the door to be Listen

to me with, your hips Clutch

this line in the fleshy grip of bold thighs Eat

through your ears and drink through your pores And

if you see me splashed across a page Know

that a leaf is a tongue that you wear to make love To

a voice not your own eat, this poem Floss

with the barbed length of a simile And

scrape your tongue across the living verses Bristling

skin my I is just my I I promise I

believe in closure but not in hospital corners The

way first principles are real but untraceable see God

is meaning means, becoming means, I knock before I come in Means

I wriggle through the riddle of the flesh to out sweat it Means

I wear my impertinence upon my fluttering lip My

refusal to bow out to some abstract curtain And

exist backstage by the sandbags and pulleys Hell

f gay***no I! exist to be seen To

see and be seen to, push my I to the thou Because

the premise of my rhythm is the un-apologetic Emphatic

insistence of the declarative sentence That's

right bad boy I, am I is I be f, k**you I.

can speak about myself and rhyme in couplets if I want to I

am I is I be I do I self I delf I solo I dolo is is is is I I I Am

my mother's talk stories from beginning to end Listen.

to this poem with your hips Yes..

it's Denizen an exhalation of breath And

these Typicaaal Cats will make the session start fresh Yes

it's I grip tight the lemon scented mic device These

Typicaaal Cats will make the session start right See

I was born with two tongues but no green card My

skin marked by the immigration narratives of my people drifting a-part Of

the two worlds I reside in the high yellow phantasm of, an undiscovered future I

am to breach the chasm between my mother's memory and my hazy prison I so knew Languages

off the scraps of my hand-me-down clothes I

grip with ten toes the type or types are putting fact in funk Deliver

colder than statistics bubble, hot like a Cali trunk I

dwell in the fertile valley between ghosts and history Subvert

the dogma lefty-loosy righty-tighty every time I speak Conjunction

junction what's ya function my assumption That

the fearful face of my future would fall and then my punching is in question Ghosts

grip my chest and I can't breathe Panic

brings my chinky eyes wide and then I can't read Roll

and I tumble and I cry the whole night long Roll

and I tumble and I cry the whole night long But

my creator calls the human out the thinnest of the vapors I

tease the story out the blankness of the paper I

can weave a family out the scarlet of a sin And

write the world in which my seed will be at ease inside his own skin See

Miss Liberty stagger with evictions falling out I

tap with two tongues against the inside of my mouth Had

a date with assimilation but, I stood her a up** And

made love to the multi-color features brimming in my cup Because

the end comes quick ego, says quit I

say work is love let my body be a brick Because

the end comes quick and ego says quit I

say work is love let my body be a brick Yes

it's Denizen an exhalation of breath And

these Typicaaal Cats we make the session start fresh Yes

it's I grip tight the lemon scented mic device Typicaaal

Cats will make the session start right (see uh uh)