He Ain't No Good

That boy ain’t no good for me

Like a sickness, an infection

That eats away at individuality

Killing off the personal flow

As I fall free to his row

The direction of streets

Left to his feet

Abandoning my rail road tracks

That boy ain’t no good for me

But he’s got the feel

Of that tortured artist

Like we all do; that sense

Where emotion hits a little harder

Stays a little longer

In a minute to an hour beat

Gets the pain the pleasure the shame

The raw trigger of life in him

Aimed straight for the heart

Too bad callous palms are a little shaky

He ain’t no good, not for me

But he’s got that writers essence rhythm

Not the smooth flow of expectation eternity

So while he ain’t the best

We had our once upon time

That ain’t no more, I got this Moose

A samurai warrior to smoother our embers

Consoling thoughts

I’ll go on knowing he still moves

But ain’t wit me and that’s just plenty fine

 

Author's Note

Cp. 8:30AM Sat 05/17/08 Gym Class Heroes 5 ok, for Adam, Sexy lil Baky Cub Poke graduate today, going with a thought, not all I needed to say but a good bit trying to flow freely (Typed, House)