i wanna be your perfect sex toy
and i wanna wonder
why you need that from me
why i have to be everything to me
and you have to be whatever you think you need to be
never once do you wonder from me
why all this insanity
over these words three
of course
you trust me
and because you couldnt understand why
you could
you couldnt
and i know that as well
and that is all that mattered to me
i couldnt give a shit
this is ludicricity
mayhem and inability
to understand me
i have no secretes
to carry with me
only closed doors
that laugh in my face
where is that edge
and where is my blast of
hot phucking air
in my face
and right though my heart
i can feel the power pull me
and i know this muthaphuka means it
i am commanded
and it is it
there is no question
when you are pinned against infinity
and it spinning out of control
you dont stop it baby
you find out how to live with it
cause it knows you are there
and touching it
is all that it would let you do
and it went boom
and it rocked the rooom
infintiy oges boom
like a space man spinning to the moon
you gotta reach that orbit soon
and go boom boom boom
and rok the room
i remember being a kid
and hearing
the sound barrier being broken
way above my head
at that given moment
i and the traveler
were paraddoxically
disjointed from each other
but divide
light by sound
and it hits the ground
less when i hear my heart pound
and the event of my horizon
spining into singularity
is dependent upon me
and if im gonna go boom
and when im onnna rock the room
are you phuking calling this poetry
whatever the phuck got me here
go boom muthaphuka go boom
and rock the room