I'M READY

—to be James Hurley
to your Donna Hayward
but I'll keep it all down
till we tumble hayward

—to be James Dean
to your Julie Harris
but we won't leave Eden
'cept under Polaris

—to be James Morrison
to your Pamela Courson
but this won't be the end, boo,
till we've borne sons

—to be James Joyce
to your Nora Barnacle
but I won't write you letters
in a vein that's scatological

I'm Ready as anybody can be
like my man Muddy
I'm Ready like the people get
for the one love spat by Marley

from Brampton, ON to Saint John, NB
I'm Ready to trough them J.R. Tallies

by: scratchin' menace

SNOWS OF EVIL
UPPER CANADIAN DEPRESSIVE DISCOUNT VERSE

The snows of my mind are Rickards White
Coloured like the urine of a dehydration patient
They do not fall gracefully like the hooves of Cheval Blanc
They do not lie quiet and pure like winters over Chambly
They are cloying and hide a bitterness
The wights of Memory and Longing will not lie still
Under a thick white blanket of Rickards—
They fall heavy and ill upon my mind
With every hour I waste
Dickered.

by: scratchin' menace

NORTHLAND CAROL (AABB)

To tha 4 corners, yo—pacem in terris
From tha Star of Bethlehem to tha Star of Polaris
O holy night that turns my water to wine
Both dippers be dip'd in tha moonshine


by: scratchin' menace
GOOD WILL TO MEN

LAKER APOCRYPHA, WINTER 2008

by: scratchin' menace

BEER STORE RAP (FOR D.M.)

hope tha beer store survives th'apocalypse:

need that taste o' 'luminum 'pon ma lipz.

 

by:  pesty c.

BEERCAN RAP

peace be a river flowin out th'aluminum

to bitter ends of our wartime kingdom.

yo-- war be hell and hell be war, yo:

empty them tins like effing no tomorrow.

 

by:  pesty c.

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BOHEMIAN RAP SO DEEP

Czech it
I'm more bohemian
than Beëlzebub
scribbling lines in hellz pub
with the poètes maudits
wrong verses write themselves
to mad inner beats
yeah the kid's got heart
I sip Bohs till my soul's open
part fog like an omen
foreboding the darkness after man
child and woman
not wet behind the ears
it's just the rain I walk home in
walking a fine line like Cash plus I'm making it
counting my stacks as an office hack
while my soul walks the road to Emmaus every day
falling in with Christ and my brother Pesty Ceh

by: scratchin' menace