The Thoughts of Chairman Anyhow
MESSAGE TO THE BLACK DOG
Black, Blacker, Blackish, Blacked
I hate your weight your
Metal hat
You push me down
On to my knees
My iconoclastic surreal disease
You stop me being
You make me hurt
The scars run deep
I am the dirt.
I live a lie
Reconstructed truth
You eat my age
Consume my youth
You change reality
I am a clown of blood soaked
Banality
A player with an empty frown
One real truth
I will let you down
N Raper
Cool
nice one
Thank You…