"PISSIN' IN THE PORCELIN'"

 

I was pissin' in the porcelin

next to a Chicagoan

deep inside the city of sin

in this bar where I read my poetry

and standing right next to me

this guy said as he took his pee

that my verses really set him free

with such profound profanity

but when I got on stage and read

most people hissed and wished me dead

aimed bannana peals at my head

but they landed at my feet instead

and somehow I felt really proud

to hear my words electric loud

and feel the energy of the crowd

and the spotlight and silence set me free

out of plain reality

like a tiny square of LSD opening infinity

so I'm thinkin' "fuck!"

"I must be God - a Jewish Jesus in a cowboy hat"

I mean don't you think it's sort of odd

that everbody listened to that

and when I'm here, you're all in my brain

so even if I am insane

and even if my heart's in pain

and even if my love's in vain

I'm the dungeon master of this game