To mofo, a reflection and dedication...
Is it time already for this occasion?
Has it been so long, since we destroyed
the
Kiss nation?
A goat's age since your proverbial pre-operation?
A distant reverie of manwhores and condemnation?
Yes, Let's look
back fondly at your hallowed shit disturbation...
?
Oh first it was a hip-hop spree,
followed by A Fire Inside melancholy,
preceded by that Bel Biv Devoe rhapsody
(in bang and clatter established perturbery),
The Cure better
put out soon,
or he just might explode indeed? post-semin'ry!
Infatuations abound, from Eno to Simmons,
mockingly, jestingly pursuing Michael Bivens,
that mofo cream cuisine deserved several blue shaped ribbons,
(a haiku masterwork for any revolution),
but hooked with notorious Vanilla Ice constitution.
Sex changes, arousal, and public suspicion,
only fuelled that desire for surgical precision,
while some mocked and misunderstood your engendered form of
mission,
(and others capitalized on t-shirt merchandization),
no one could deny the hot boy toy transition.
Of course we could narrow mofo down to one thing,
is it juvenile, and frequently perverse thinking?
is it his adaptiveness to the backseat of many a Ford Lincoln?
No my friends, it is in one simple recognition,
to an old friend, the true hip-hop tip-tactition
Described simply in position?
A king among many,
A friend of great music rendition.
Here's to you old pal,
have a sociable on me,
drink it up post-haste for all,
don't worry, it's madagascar hihi
...alcohol free.