i can't listen to niggas who danced prisms in rhythms,
beautiful rainbows, angel chant wisdom in isms

but now

touchdown'd ism got them twisting from channel live


to channel five, camouflaged in chanel flannel ties

over the under-analyzed
wonderful
fantasized
fame, camera eye'd
thunder-bull canna-bye

i'm not saying: go back to hungry and thirsty

i'm just saying: maybe full tummied with camel eyes

isn't working.