Depression is...Funny

i am the smoke king

i am wack

i am falling from my high

i am fleeing life just to die

i am the consciences' whimpering fate

i am constipated bravery come late

i am in fragments of shattered state

ebbing deeper into the abyss

my country folk, them sure i'll miss

i am the smoke king

i am wack

i am the smoke king

i am wack

i am dried vomit on the floor

i am driftwood seeking shore

underbelly of the overly obese

the promiscuous girls' final tease

the fuckin' never coming sneeze

dredged up from subterranean gorge

lacking power to rise and surge

i am the smoke king

i am wack

i am the smoke king

i am wack

i am faded music's tones

i am unanswered telephones

i will be wack as wackness can be

through clouded shadows i shall see

the smoke need be my only company

i am the devil's shiny ass

i am the raped village lass

i am the smoke king

i am wack

i am the smoke king

i am wack

i am blistering my fragrant musks

i am tearing at unseen cusps

no bodies near me are found pure

my smokey attire my haute couture

alienation to me is insured

Howdy, then, these yellowed hands

Sweet jebus, my swollen glands!

Props to the smoke king,

Props to his wack!

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The props for this above parody goes to none other then our very black, our very dead and our very poetic friend W.E.B.DuBois (http://members.tripod.com/~DuBois/smok.html). Show the man some respect! He went to Harvard for all you people...you know who you are!!

And a shout out back to Abhijeet Ahluwalia (http://literatea.blogspot.com/) for the competitive encouragement, who by taking advantage of my downtime felt free to overpopulate his blog with uncensored tripe (although some of it goes really tasty with the tea he serves). :-) Do check it out. :D

Peace.

Til more depressing times.