At first the sound had no meaning.The shot came from the balcony,as if the play had sprung an annex,and I, John Sleeper Clarke,pictured stars through oak scaffoldsas the news traveled overthe chairscape like a stain. Read more
Thought:
“Quit my job to kick raps instead
So family meeting, everybody gotta start bringin’ in bread Shot the movie, no script
Scoured the Heights, no piff
Came home like, “It’s no recipes left”
Kid’s like, “No shit””