PLACEBO

PLACEBO

whoever wants to listen to my rhymes, hear knowledge
its like visiting me, in a time share cottage
my poetry's a woman, she's a dime, near-goddess
the best furniture, giving a shine, clear, polished
it's something like wine fermented
a utopian world, where there's angels, and crimes prevented
a coca cola shape, a behind tremendous
great body, great mind, a divine percentage
overwhelming stimuli, you might need a break
your alert, instead of sleeping, you might dream awake
eating all the Ambrosia, Elohim awaits
the food will say hello, but the hello means, a taste
of the goodness, ya tastebuds crave
my poetry seduces, every person, into make love slaves
seeing pink, take a drink, cuz I'll watch you sink
into infinite chasms of orgasmic ink
a hater speaks, who cares what the bastard thinks
if poetry's a chain, then I mastered links

DEOZI