before his parking lot testimonials he practices the ancient
ceremonial ritual of loading up on the plastic wrapped comfort
food of the gods, the very essence of creative thought and wisdom
Kit Kat bars, Cheetos, and Jolt Cola to shock his waiting receptors
stimulating what's known as, The Knowledge, creating infinite
enlightenment and oneness with the great father Junkfoodonis
the Explainer, the importer of answers
the local crack dealer tells my friend that he thinks it's unfair
that he can't have a storefront and posted hours of operation
like convenience stores, there's a god damn Quickie Mart
every 3 blocks, it's killing his business, he's tired of the discrimination
as always...my friend had the sweet pearl of wisdom, " now c'mon
if the government allowed that, then all the pimps would insist
on deducting the dry cleaning bills for their mink coats, and pretty soon
the whole fucking economy would spin off it's fucking axis "
one from the archives.....10-8-06...
