For Nick Lachey………………

Its 5 o’clock in the morning,

What the fuck am I doing up?

Everything in life but my words seem stuck.

Stagnant,

Slippin away sideways

Like what the fuck happened?

Where was I when it all commenced?

I’ll sure know where I am when it all rests….

Yes,

That’s sounds about right,

Regiments too rigid,
About-face, right.

Right?

Oh you mean left…

Tryin the Bitch with Doors Closed

Chronicles of Harming Ya

With no perception of depth…

Death?

I wonder what that's like?

No ink in my pen?

No double duracells for my mic?

It’s

Like,

I’ve never been an MC,

Plug it in DJ EDDIE ENTERTAINMENT,

And lets see……….

Me, he who is I....

Never had A’s in school,

Tank on E,

I-O-U and I’ll pay later

Just please don’t ask Y…

Please,

Don’t take on such endeavors,

I’m Far from Atreyu, and these stories end nevers…

Till now…

Here we go from whoa to wow,

Now and again,

Come...

Sit, drink some tea, My friend.

No need to get up I stretch Armstrong extend

I’m Persian and too hospitable………………………….

Timing is of the essence, and

My clock’s arms on a fulcrum yet far from pivotal…

Get her full,

No, Git her done,

Goodbye Moon,

Hello Sun,

Daughters, fathers, mothers, brothers, nephews and nieces,

Does anybody have glue?

I think these are Pieces of me.

Absolutely No homo………………………………………….