My gruff and indistinct words
bare the mark of resentful lungs
that hate me evermore as I take another drag
on what’s left of my cigarette.
I’m lost to a familiar bliss
and am momentarily out of mind,
vacant to social taboos
that would have otherwise prevented me
from blowing smoke into a child’s face.
She was crying now
I’d need another cigarette.
Kanye has spawned a child giving her literal direction in name – carved an image and hatched to a vision of fame.
Manifesting as an extension of her father’s ego, so wherever they point the cameras that’s where we’ll go
we push our noses to the window and tweet from on the grapevine – the culture of celebrity has dispensed with the divine.
we offer them praise but scrutinise them for their flaws, we concede that we will never be them and yet ache for something more
we are empty. we are void.
Our conception of contentment has been distorted and destroyed.
so as long as there’s a stage and the little girl sings
we’ll watch her come apart with her waxy wings
like Will Smith’s kids who stand tall on family wealth,
the wind in Willow’s hair as she whips it back and forth,
we are promised a life in the spotlight of baby girl North.
Likewise
we can think it likely that she will take to music
surrounded by connections, a captive audience and those hungry to capitalise..
The cracks can be painted over now that music is digitised
an auto-tuned lullaby lamenting the day the music died.
Rappers have a tendency to talk about their names
a customised title that speaks to character
both a badge and a facade that divides the person from persona.
A disguise known better than the person inside.
A broken mask and a blurred line.
she is a product, a brand and an opportunity.
she is stock, venture capital,
grabbing attention, gaining interest
nevertheless expect the debut solo: North by North West
the chicken gets off the bus and crosses the road
rosa parks on a double yellow and gets her car towed
mario’s peachy by the smell of his clothes
after sitting on a pin mary rose declared she was off to rome
all roads lead there but there’s no place like home
so if you get homesick and want to get home quick
follow the road made of yellow brick
mind the little monkeys with wings
you’re best off with the munchkins
in case you didn’t know though
they’re getting paid less than toto
so a tip would go far
god bless you sir
and the rain that falls in africa
I get hot-headed sometimes
usually when I’m wearing hats
I heat the roof to stave away the cats
apparently they’re not too fond of hot tin
I got some glaswegians to stop them coming in
but I can’t be sure they’ve clocked in
cas after all who watches the scotchmen?
kenny rogers just dropped in
says his lodgers are starting to cost him
I told him that before he calls the cops in
he should call michael myers first
voice of shrek and face of kirk
he might be a killer
but he married an axe murderer
I can’t say I know her
cas I’ve never even heard of her
but she must get lonely at the end of october
samcooney 