Radio FMA

How to Make It

name your price

at the beginning

and if exceeded

get out of there

then pay me my goddamn royalties

Family Freud

you need to see somebody,

a sad guy

who’s parents named him so his first name

would go well with his second,

i mean his last,

or a mad guy

who’s lovers had left him

without a choice, not knowing

what the difference is,

you should see somebody

with more of the bad luck in their bag,

who asks you if you have

ever considered modeling, or

you should see somebody

who likes commercials and

asks you how long you’ve modeled for,

and knows what isn’t fun

Cruelitat

per què em sento?
per això jo sóc real?
per què em fa mal,
sota el meu camisa?

NBA

English Football 2011-12

- Muamba literally coming back from being dead for 78 minutes

- Carlos Tevez going AWOL for 5 months

- Arsenal’s resurgence since coming back from 2 down vs Tottenham

- Tottenham’s free fall since losing that 2 goal lead to Arsenal

- Redknapp was rumored to be the successor of England manager 

- Luis Suarez and Patrice Evra saga 

- John Terry saga(s)

- Chelsea going to Champions League final while finishing 6th

- Swansea and Norwich City staying with the big boys
 
- Man City’s comeback title win from 8 points adrift

- Winning the title at the death

- Fergie’s look when he realized United hadn’t won the title they were celebrating

Football > any other sport ever

The Dissection of Monsieur Prometois

peace and pleasantries are realized

if i rhyme quietly with what they wrote,

but if you should find my pieces in the fridge

with a finely measured formaldehyde coat,

my head in a jar and my toes not too far,

please, i implore, do not believe the note

People

well i try my best to be just like me

for me is all i ever wanted to be

in a life for me, in a time for me,

yes i try always, to only be me.

without your arms though, where do i end?

without your breath, what could i see?

that everybody wants me to be like them

and i want everyone to be like me.

Autogallows

once i was Root,

and a fine Root was i,

branching from beneath

and threatening the sky,

routinely rehearsing

the routes to be

the Tree of the Root

that should be me.

but dark is the night

and strong is the fright

and evil is all evil writes

by the lying of the light

was it the water?

was it the air?

was it insolence

or lack of care?

i was but Root,

or so i thought,

i would just grow,

or i would not,

but now Weed am i,

and do not want to be

such the opposite of Root,

that once was me.

so pull from the roots

do more than cut me,

to cancel the cancer

you must needs kill me.