Cold as Hell,
as paradoxical as that seems,
I know I might seem humble it’s true,
even though on the down low I’ve got high self esteem,
watching Indiana Jones on the big screen,
got little time for nonsense,
even though we seem to make a big scene,
it seems,
that nothing is as it seems,
feeling like Indian Jones,
is it a *** of gold or a hill of beans,
more Jack than Jill,
more Mulder than Gillian,
and things are getting word like the X-Files,
some of the Lizard People are Chameleons,
or better yet Camillions,
money is their sun they bask in it,
on a rock in an ocean call it a continent,
not content at all with the poetic tragicness,
feeling repelled as 2 negatives,
yet as attracted as a magnet is,
anyways what’s my point,
I don’t know I suppose it depends on what your perspective is,
I just call it like I see it,
no filter unedited,
no hashtags just a hash bag,
actually I don’t even smoke that ****t,
not even a little bit,
that’s not my favorite intoxicant,
anyways I should probably get off my soapbox,
because I seems I am on a rant,
so that’s it I’m done,
heading back to my house in the clouds,
where I can write in silence,
and let me words be as loud as Hell,
cold as Hell,
as paradoxical as that seems,
I know I might seem humble it’s true,
even though on the down low I’ve got high self esteem,
watching Indian Jones on the big screen,
got little time for nonsense,
even though we seem to make a big scene,
it seems,
that nothing is as it seems,
feeling like Indian Jones,
is it a *** of gold or a hill of beans…
∆ LaLux ∆
