Legends of the Hidden Temple

[Verse One: Milo]

We were drinking coffee out of Mason jars

And replacing stars with cheap taboos

The track marks on your face are dried Elmer’s glue

I feel aloof enough to introspect

Read and reread woman’s texts

There’s a hierarchy of needs

My kill count includes way too many centipedes

Tell myself I’m not a jerk

Tell your mom I’m not a jerk

Shy away from jobs, borrow money, anything that works,

That isn’t work

You read Catch-22 on a Kindle

I used to play "Turkey in the Straw” on the fiddle

Weave a tapestry, my mouth is like a spindle

Modern sitcom titled, “Malcolm X in the Middle”

Which is the bad pill: red, blue or Advil?

Used to write poems and tell myself I had mad skills

My pops would sing in the shower

Wouldn’t need vibrato

Hold the violin bow proper when plucking pizzicato

I want to be a bird that wrote in a letter to Nelly Furtado

I’m mostly lonely until I figure out the angles

She laughs when I call her my spottieottiedopaliscious angel

I could make you a delicious peach crumble

You don’t want to send and receive all these messages I bungled

We could go on a swell date to the arcade

Watch your eyes glaze when I give you the star map that I made

[Verse Two: Milo]

One time a bird **** on me while I was waiting for the L train

Dragonball Z wasn’t worth watching until Cell came

That’s rather macabre, I hate ask, but what about Bob?

I’ve been wearing flannel pajama bottoms for too long

Only muster the courage to leave the house when the oolong is gone

I don’t like my lentils hard

You snatched me up like one of Olmec’s temple guards

I splurged and bought a case of Bubba Cola

For Pete’s sake, we had plans to buy a bloody Corolla

The domesticated life has been filed away in a beige folder

A well-spoken black man, let me be your Eric Holder

Or more aptly, Erik Estrada

You made delicious cookies with chocolate chips

I want to write a book all about rocket ships

Silly arguments over tofurkey bastings

I feel like Duke William in the Battle of Hastings

[Conclusion]

I feel like—

I feel like—

I feel like—

I feel like Duke William in the Battle of Hastings