Tuesday, February 15, 2011

5) Theater of the Mind

Theater of the Mind

Vs1
Friday night, slightly overcast, past ten,meet
Ken in a Ford,you'd think it was a Benz/
spittin' at every piece of ass he drive by No Lie!
God's gift, descendant of the sky

Shifting with the clutch of life for many years, but yo
Ken's about as smooth as a truck with 18 gears/
coming out the bathroom, his fly open, peepin' at the
cleavage caught scopin', getting lucky? keep doping!

(1)take her to the Cinema...... a Matinee
(1) romantic dinner at the Country Fried Buffet/ he's
warming up the bench not getting no play staying
absolutely clueless saying, "All these girls are gay!"

(but) Ken lives with his mom, watching Jerry chased by Tom, favorite
movie, Tron, ain't been laid since the Prom/
just a draught, views the clouds for a sign
a standing ovation in the Theater of the Mind

Vs2
Sittin at her desk eating Cheetos, talking on the
phone, minding everybody's business but her own/ meet
Kathy, not too crafty. eaves-dropping
on her friends, instigating' to no end

"Your man called crying, sounding fake,
probably with some skank, hiding his trouser snake/ my
boss that new trophy bitch must be half his age,
diamond around her neck could feed Rwanda, I'm outraged!"

(1) her man gets it worst, nags that boy to death," where'd ya
go? who'd ya see? "shooting fire with every breath/ Kathy's
a broken compass, no direction,
no vaccine can save you from infection

unearth her faults, well she might just quake, off the
richter scale, leaving mass destruction in her wake/ won't
see her own reflection, stay deaf, dumb, and blind, she's
sure to get an encore in the theater of the mind

Chorus
Bring down the House lights cue the band
pull up a spot on my leading man
run your dialogue just as planned
I bet it feels nice

Vs3
Red faced, sweatin', cursin' obviously upset, throwin
lawn chairs on the field, talking shit to the ref/
Barry's a soccer dad, had ambition,
torments his kids with perpetual criticism

Likes to unwind with gatorade, Bailey's
relive the glory days, trophies polished on a daily,
"I could of been a contender", goes the tale, getting stale, Barry
still bent out of shape, stubborn as a rusty nail

(he) wakes the kids a dawn, runs 5 miles,
weight training, kung fu, calisthenics, the occasional swimming trial/
can't take the heat, he locks the door to the kitchen,
can't improvise like a classic musician

departed from reality, a tragic fatality,
thanks god in Heaven, every goal is a bounty
"NO Losers in my house!" Barry's quick to remind,
a flawless production in the theater of the mind

Bridge (spoken)

"the ability to discrimnate between self generated stimulus
and external sources of information is
considered to be an important meta-cognitive skill

individuals who suffer a failure in this
cerebral domain could experience a hallucinatory fallout
become unstable, unpredictable and dangerous"

Vs4
Don't forget
Junior, greatest actor of his age.
plays the village idiot on the friggin world stage
spurious george, Q W-agmire
el smirko, the decider

he fears rejection lost first the election, can't cope
with his fate, thanks a lot sunshine state/
(1) without debate, he takes off on vacation, some
excess down in Texas for the 911 invasion

(1) but now he's mad irate, can't hardly wait to send our
troops around the world turning contempt into hate/ first,
WMD's, but now freedom for Iraqi's, while the
people in New Orleans drown, cry, beg please

(the) World is unified, whether gay in Paris, or Shanghai'ed,
he needs to saddle up his horse and wave goodbye/ but
Georgy waxing tough, that southern charm got me inclined to pull a
John Wilkes Booth in the Theater of his.......

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