Ghost Orchid

A lotus only grows in the mud.

The colder the wind blows the colder the blood.

A Ghost orchid deep in the swamp.

We carry on keepin' it calm.

Coming swampy out the merky depths

Face slapped looking perplexed

Lurch running with the gurked neck

My wig on fire that’s on purpose

Ahhh ahhh let the lasagna steam

My dogs run the relay like the Ghana team

Rise up like a muddy beast

Or get wrapped up like some mummy sheet

lamped up how I maintain

Big Great Dane that’s a game change

Ganja in my face and I’m long gone

The butterfly’s is back bong bong

Horse chest/ looking gorgeous

you been forwarded any curious George gets

Lost in the murky mist Ghost orchid/

Bloom and the scripture reads like post mortem

Charles Darwin drums with distortion

Corbin Dallas wardrobe hop aboard starships

Drop into orbit rock opulent portraits

Paint a pretty picture stick figures in the forest

its halloween trick or treat

Bitter sweet symphony you can call me Mister T

Authentic Sav beats clap like a Desert Eag

The recipe a mystery the secret rest in peace

Fuck a world tour this is world war.

Born where the mornin’ dew forms from chloroform.

No decorum for the posers on a bogus journey.

I keep it grimy to remind me what the lotus learned me.

So step right and get mangled.

Y’all been squares so long you rectangled.

Newfangled ways to get strangled.

Handled by ankles Van Winkle dangled.

Banished to the land of wind and ghosts.

You ain’t fly Icarus your wings’ll roast.

Slow, no rest for the wicked.

Out in the marsh mellowed with the orchids.