chili peppers

yeah the red hot

mother's milk

i had no idea of this music

the thrash

got the rhythm

feels


almost not as old


nobody weird like me

oh this one

it's easy

the time

the sound

the lyric

the tap of rhythm

your reeling mind

escape with the music

place your feet solid

grind like some motha

grab your free soul

lift the top of this encasement

let the needle fall

gently and pop into glisten

thank dog for the song

-lahmadaj

when plastic hits you

and there is no turning back

the long brush of its delicate frizzle

a crinkle and fade

can smell the polymer

peal its rhythm

-lahmadaj