The Crown's Clown's Obesrvations

Will you ever understand?

Class is not about money!

It’s about how you treat others

Who you say “can’t be as good as me”

It’s about how you react

To a joke that’s kind of crass

Whether you are pliable

Or a hard brass metal Ass.

When you wife’s shiny teal bike

Get stolen in the night

Will you say you’ll kick their ass?

And pound your chest and whine in freight

They can take you from your home

But you choose to hold on too tight

And even though, you claim to like the darkness

I know you’ve seen the light

You’re new money all the way

40k each and you still scream

But the other peoples whispers

Say you play for the wrong team

So go on and get ahead

Play that rat race, they all play

Get some money in your pocket

And make sure the roads get paved

Climb to the top

Make sure it worth your life

And then come to realize

There is no real top in a hive.

I hear you buzzing in my ear

Asking when I’ll feed my queen

But the flowers in the valley

Are much more serene

Mr. Lecture

Mr. Frown

Mr. My roommate is a clown

Turn around and head the other way…Down…

To find the treasure that’s been eluding you

See the rich are not concerned

With wanting anything

Apathetic to the last

They convinced you things

Can fulfill your dream

But those very things you own

End up owning you

Especially when you own

A conceited Bougey point of view.

Though your coffers may be full

All that you will ever be

Is a kid lost in a maze

Claiming “this not where I

Was meant to be”

I am sorry you grew up poor

But unless that’s how you want to stay to be.

Change your view of the world

And how seriously you’re treating me

Jokes are koans in disguise

I spit Magicks for your eyes

But you don’t want to recognize

So you believe I am tricking you.

How the masses will react

Will they cheat, rape, kill, burn, and steal

Are the topics for poor rich

Too gluttonous from their first meal

And the new rich are still poor

And they will always be

Because they do not love the world

Which they are forced to see

There are povs richer then you

At least they have community

But you only keep around

The reflections that you want to see

So the Crown can be in rags

And clown can be in stitches

Laughing at your ass

For ignoring what he preaches

It is true I am the fool

Who wrote all the presidential speeches

Thanks Obama, but

It you and her mama

Who are causing all the drama

Stare darkly at hole 13

The abyss is there is sub-par

You’ll be ok if you bring you clubs

If you still know where we are

Aiming for a hole in one

Is not totally unrespectable

Unless the asshole that you are,

Is too yourself undetectable.

You say that I’m a troll

But that means you’re scared of a doll

Does the rainbow in my hair

So legitimately frighten you

And you want all to partake

In your impotent rage

But we all flipped the page

Left the stage

Realized that anger

Will only keep us in a cage

It seems we shake you up

Good Asshole- Leave the ground

Otherwise you’ll never age a cheese

That tastes profound.

You say I have an Ego too

You can point out what you see

But the lack of self I see in you

Is the self I see in me.

Confidence is not the same

As vanity and pride

I am not saying you are awful

But you have shit to hide.

I describe two different rooms

Say that they are not the same

But you think I am attacking you

Because your ego is too vein

No matter how I invite you in

You want to stay in your room

Claiming that only in there

Can you maintain your mental boon

And I say travel around

Get many a point of view

But you only want to focus

On the walls that you pursue

So you ask why we departed

Focus strongly on a crime

But we didn’t choose to leave you

We just slowly changed our mind

There’s a gap to be transgressed

This I don’t deny

But you view it as abandonment

Shake your head and cry.

But the gap is not in time

And it will never be

It’s the gap

In which you open up your mind

And start seeing how we see.

I guess your room is cool too

But that’s just not who we are

Cause when were in that room

We did not get very far.

So don’t think, that I can’t hear

As your soul seems to scream

But my empathy lies only

With playing for my own team.

If you want a jersey boy….

Your number will be the same

But the team that we now play for

Plays a different sort of game.

I have been to where you’re headed

I am not ahead

You’re not behind.

It’s just that I found a better way

To lose your fucking mind

You can only climb so high, but

There is only so much at the top.

And you might as well let go

You’re still headed for the drop.

Maybe the reason you’re so low

Is because you got too high

And now you sit in your tower

Watching your life pass you by.

We are higher, down below

Then you will ever be

You’re stuck in your Ebony tower

Because you refuse to leave. 

Past the gate and past the guard

Past your wife and past your job

Past the bikes that are both stolen

And the assholes that keeps robbing you

Lies a world you have not seen

Except maybe in a dream

But you have to let God in

To let him become a part of you.

Its not ignorance to smile

When you should wear a frown

Its just means that you’re productive

When life tries to knock you down

Churchgoers are third eye open

But you think they’re 2 eyes blind

Because they smile, even in tragedy,

While you slowly lose your mind.

I am not saying you’re a savage

I am not saying you’re a fiend

If I caught the man who stole my bikes

They’d arrest me from the scene

I am not saying

Nor am I spraying

That I don’t like who you are

I am merely simply stating

That will only get you so far.

I am not saying things don’t happen

I am not critiquing how you react

I am just saying “it’s a thing”

But you treat things like they’re facts

You have many preconceptions

Don’t let them be the death of you

Don’t stare too long into the sun

It might burn your other points of view.

So in closing and summation

I don’t criticize your life or wife

But the milk is past expiration

And it’s causing tons of strife.

 Don’t let them steal your heart

Just because they stole your Tandem

It’s an intricacy of life

Don’t get angry, it’s all random

Chaos has the bestest answer

Letting go of who you are

Heisenberg said the less we know

Can help us determine just how far

How far an item will travel

How far will you get in your life?

If you let every little issue

Cause you such a huge strife

I am not saying don’t get angry

I am not above getting mad

But just because you lost you bicycle

Doesn’t mean you lose your head

See the picture as I see it

Is they built a filter of society

To keep you from achieving

Interaction with humanity

They keep you in a maze

Confusing you with energy

Till you don’t know how you are

Or where everyone was meant to be

Human aren’t meant to interact

In a web we did not weave

It a very have burden

For us to just receive.

Preconception and positions

Are woven in too tight

And we have to choose a fortune

Or we will be faced with freight.

But the problem with this structure

That is modern day society

Is that though it will soon rupture

Your exactly were you meant to be.

You filled out a survey

Choose your answers

Got in line

Laughing meanwhile at the pracers

Who slowly bind they’re time.

But when the ship goes down

You’ll be buckled to where you’re meant to be

But I will be outside

Cause out here its always truly free.

That’s the really dirty secret

The rich exploit and understand

That no other man, men, woman

Can give you a true command

Do what thou wilt

Shall be the whole of the law

Don’t let others peoples visions

Tell you what you saw.

Don’t scream facts like new money

Acting like you know the way

The real rich think it’s kind of funny

It’s a twisted game they play.

But if you slowly whisper

That you are not really sure

Then you can be welfare

But you will never be poor.

That’s the ironic part

About our society

Is that the chairs that we are bent too.

Are purely imaginary.

And the Rich will always scream

And the Richer will always whisper

But if you drop out of their game

You will find the Fall to be crisper

Butterflies too leave the tree

But they’re beauty is profound

Because they don’t need the Elm

To not fall and hit the ground.

You can both float like a butterfly

And sting like a bee.

But some fights are not worth fighting

I just wish that you could see.

So this poem is about much more

Then that someone stole your bike

But to you, my entire messages will only be

The words of pretentious lazy kike.

And until you highness is willing

To give my feelings agency

I will always be the clown

That is fooling with the Regency.

And the Crown will be in rags

And the clown will be in stitches

Laughing at your ass

For ignoring what he preaches.