To Daniel

They passed me the mic
But my thoughts were a flutter.
They passed me the mic
Couldn't speak like the others.

I took the long way home,
Soles skidding by the beach.
Prose karate kicking out my ears
A solumn ninja in the streets.

I said, "I rhyme so fast
It'll make your cock spin."
But you'll never know
I'll never show, never let you in

To my life; it's bad business.
My friendship cost too much.
For the price of my presence
You become my ego crutch.

I'm good for listening, I'm told.
Sign your name on the list.
One day I'm buying your burgers and fries
And then you don't exist.

They passed me the pipe
And I waved my finger at it.
They passed me the pipe
But I could not benefit.

She told me, "Take it slow;
Daughter, stay true to the Bible."
But these commandments glued a marriage
That crippled me as a child.

I thought of changing my surname.
Daddy's upstairs, compassion MIA.
Christless fun before 'Nam
Never mentioned to this day.

No, God's not my problem.
Signs show He does exist.
Since inaction solicits punishment,
I must be a masochist.

There are chapters to my story
I don't want as an excuse.
Spent my life searching for love, but
My past hangs me with the noose.

They passed me the mic.
They passed me the pipe.
All I could do was
Run.