im a streetlight scientist
sugar high on the fly
snort a pixie stick flawless
ive got all this
beat in my step
at every light i stick left
because i never know the right way to go
ill avoid the right until the day that i know
itll be like
three in the morning
pouring mourning on a boring night
but these streetlights glow just as bright
ive got an owl’s night-vision-sight
problem on my mind ill make it miles ’fore i feel right

i wont be stepped on
ill run your face like a picasso painting
slap a disclaimer on you so i cant be sued
from those injured while fainting
i wont be used or toyed with
ill walk out this house
before i become a target for an emotional terrorist
i am a professional politically-correct-errorist
mind like a flat tire thinking gotta get some air in this
no matter how you bend or twist
you cant get yourself out this fix
i know a web of lies when i see it
and i wont be caught up i choose wise who im seen with

like a bad game of scene it
ive been there and seen that
and where you might have a heart attack
i flash a smile, point and laugh at
all the horror that lay before me
i dont look at what would be or could’ve been
i know the roads i chose lead to the position im in
and i wouldnt change a thing if i could do it all again

i dont live without regret
i live with the knowledge that tomorrow hasnt happened yet
and i know if i live looking over my shoulder
im bound to take a wrong turn
and i dont want to cross the border
i like where i am, okay with where ive been
looking forward to tomorrow and what’ll happen then
so candy addicts and smokers
you, you midnight tokers
you inappropriate jokesters
sore subject pokers
law abiders, gangsters and porkers
you skaters and you dock workers
you slit wristed bitches and you mohawked punkers
if future comes and knocks, will you obey the orders?

im a streetlight scientist
that dude on the corner spitting out all this
what i call truth-infection
ill name no race, or complexion
i dont care what your name is
your vices
what vexes me most is the addiction to ignorance
if you cant see the metaphor, the intent to this event
who bought the ticket, and where do you think the proceeds went?


Samuel Madruga

Marina, United States

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