Feel the positive essence of the words as you repeat them

Be relaxed with them, and permit them to merge with your mind, and become a part of you

Okay, fuck all that bullshit though

I'm picky, I only open books that glow

Whodunnits and cozy mysteries, who stole the crypt keys?

Who showed the minions to the minced meat? It was me

Hut, hut, helmet off, blitz the whole bitstream

Override the A/V in, with A/V out the in-between

IV in, one of Epi, one of Ralph Steadman

Phoebe Judge, EPMD, the Amazing Kreskin

His bag is a braided bread, in the oven for thirty days

It's never the same twice, it's always a perfect bake

It's purple prose when you're looking for just the facts

You wanna know where I been, some other where nothing's mapped

Lost at the Waldbaums, faded facing thirty thousand square feet of wrong aisle

Long Isle, strong man, roll up in a Pontiac siege tower

Fire an arrow, forty-five degrees down

Accounting for the breeze

I can do that shit where you nock two arrows at once

And shoot to counter separate things

I can hit a moving target from a moving target

It's a rabbit from an equine, it's an E.T. from a starship

The stoicism, only misdirection for the metrics

It doesn't represent the actual pressure through the plexus

So that may be why I'm terrible with names, it's 'cause I'm special

At memorizing the exits during those same seconds

I jumped into a volcano

Climbed up, only to say my today is not on no Today Show

All recorded history is forfeit to the fuego

It's infinite present tense, presently on some next

Referencing something ancient that play to current events

In a way that feels just too flagrant to have occurred by itself

I know that sound absurd as all hell

I don't even know what I'm saying for certain, surely it's "help", uh, help?

You have to decide to overcome your fear and ask for help

Help!

No one would know you need it unless you ask

Same bat-time, same bat-channel

Same flatline, same plaid flannel

Same bad gamble, same graf name on the ax handle

Brand new taxidermied mammal on the mantel, man

Man, I ain't sneaking by the sleeping bear

I mean, if you ain't down to let it eat you, why you even here?

Pigeon on my shoulder like a goth Rio

The putdown Picasso here to un-massage the ego

I'm friend or foe, depending on the content of your keynote

And not above the lobbing of a rotten tomatillo

Honestly, it's getting hard to watch, like paradise for parking lots

Nevermind that parking lots are paradise, the paradox

Oh, the places you'll go, and exploding aerosols

The running with a boiling beaker in a pair of tongs

Drink a shot of ant and roach, eat a bowl of Cherry Bombs

With peri-peri, no, with chimi-churri sauce

Boyhood drawing b-boys with big sneakers

Till the shoe fit, now they pouring plaster in the footprint

Take it to the lab, show the cast to the bullpen

All you get is choruses of "I call bullshit"

That's how a giant flyeth under the radar for so long

Y'all underestimate the day-arc I'm on

The stay dark at dawn, carnival barker, the autumn Barbisol marksman

The can up the arm of his Nautica parka

At large, from playing Dig Dug at the IHOP

To undead three-inch-punching a pine box

To magus of the month, three months standing

In more than magenta, yellow, and cyan ink

It's a wave, it ebb and it swell

It could celebrate the memory or separate the cells

It could focus on excelling or accentuate the Hell

That's excellent, can it send help? 'Cause, uh, help?

Just remember, it's up to you to choose to get help

Help!

And there is nothing to be embarrassed about, it will only help you