Life In Disturbia

ye for trendy people

(Fiddy Cent ever think maybe someone else like to write a song like

"Where's All My Bitches At")

Hes been working the  Chicken Rodeo circuit

Too many stubbed toes ended his career.

You try bronco busting a chicken sometime.

See how you like it. See what the sturups do to your toes.

After that, Its all downhill till you get to the bottom,

Then its Uphill for the most part

Unril you get to the  top ,then well,

You might have guessed it,

Then its downhill again

Look, work with me on this

Hes got a point of view you dont wanna fuck with

Life aint no fucking  picnic.

Life is a rodeo motherfucker.

And the chicken rodeo circuit  is a tough life.

You take your lumps . Feathers flyin'up yer nose

and shit .

It's a lot harder than writing songs like

"Where's All My Bitches At"

You try stubbing your toe a thousand times

On chicken wire.

He'll show you the fuckin' scars give him half a chance.

He aint no genius that’s for motherfuckin' sure

But he knows Mother Goose is a fairy tale

He knows critical thinking is punishable by

Being tickled to death

He knows the resilience of a bad idea

And the hell good ones are put through

He knows the power of rumours

He knows gluttony  is sexy.

King takes pawn motherfucker

You be gone like  Sunday service.

Hes been around  the H and R Block

Seems someone paid him  for some god forsaken reason

All he wanted Was  to grow up to   be an asshole

Hows that working out for him?

I never asked but the optics point to

runaway success.

(side note by way of explaining this "poem":

Mother Goose is just a fairy tale

Don’t believe what they say

Critical thinking is the sworn enemy

And you are on the verge of being

Removed from the chess board

King takes pawn basically yer fucked

But I think you knew that by the way

Your panty hose are running and all twisty

It’s a dead giveaway you’re on the run)

Hes no genius but his powers of observation

Are  above average,

He knows you had left over Chinese  for breakfast

And you have to be fucked before your morning coffee

or someones getting a five finger sandwich before lunch

Not everyone has sex on tap hun',

Some of us have to use our imagination

Some of us are handy around the house

So dont go around smelling yourself

You kinda stink if you want may honest honest.

I aint talkin’ body odor,I am pretty sure

you get my meaning

He aint never was no genius

He could fix a plough on the farm,

make it print money

He could cook his relatives and feed them

To their second cousins.

They thought it tasted familiar

He lived in Disturbia. It was on

The outskirts of Acute Mental Infarction Toronto.

Its a nice area , ‘ceptin’  there ’s no garbage pick up

Disturbia Was a Tonge In Cheek kinda place.

No-one ever says what they mean

And that was  truly a blessing.

Derek Earl Houghton