A poem by Bazooka title "Worked"
Bazooka Teaches used to be an educator at the secondary level in Los Angeles, but he decided to follow his dreams and fight evil with words.
Does this life last long or what?
Good feelings come and go though
When I go, will it be the same up there or wherever we go?
Bad feelings can be a pain
Used up lust but fun
When it’s all done, I’ll go home
On a spiritual road outside of this dome
Here I am now, dead spread ready to be taken
Could it be that I won’t get that taxi
Maybe I’ll get a slide into the fryer
That’s my luck when I trample over my bucket
At least I always manage to laugh in the rain
You look up just to do the same
My eyes always burn and tears relieve
Can I buy good feelings up there?
It seems like I have to here
Dreams burn up quick in this fair
Street lights light my way but I don’t know where to go
With my black suit ready for the morgue
I still laugh when rain ruins my suit
I say this and I hope you agree
Just get out
And enjoy the work in a place
Where we can buy good things
With smiles and laughter