Lost in Directions

Stress has kilt best to confess guilt in college we’re taught
How to acknowledge fault, life not built on garbage we fought
In hopes to taint gatts try acquaint cats with stuff to read
Wear bling and share things, bring local facts into contact
With plain brains of dudes and dames and make it a global act
We let butter fly and utter a cry like Parkay and that sparks the way
Greasy script got a sleazy grip on bread by Mary Jane draw art all day
Have fun in parks let our big guns bark like RAMBO
With AMMO shoot M60’s salute Bill Bixby cats get slam yo
“So MADD we came with aggression just to gain possession
Of microphones, to cats our profession unknown gave suggestions
To the dumb weak from streets, we acquire fire from grammar
And desire glamour to rock a stage in a hot rage and hammer
Blaze and slander A crowd loud and proud get standing ovations”
Make bargains don’t like fake margins like on line paper
Blind vapor in your eyes as we pour vibes from design skyscrapers
Onto sidewalks our pride talk while you all collide with chalk
Anticipate your twisted fate leading you wrong into cornstalks
Group nouns into a large menu formation and barge into conversation
Like politicians in debate our ammunition is great here’s a demonstration