Say, what’s that No 9 No 9 mean?

So I explains it, tongue tucked in cheek,
You see I hates the math, you see,
so first I whacks the 9, and then I wastes the 8,
and for the rest, the same fate…

It’s my personalized plates they speculates.

I mean really.

And the rubes reckon it’s some NASCAR speed freak,
or this one time this cat dogs me to my digs to vend his
vintage vinyl, but I says, No, man, with me it’s the music.

And with me it’s like John’s rejoinder,
No one I think is in my tree
I mean it must be high or low…

I should think it obvious, you know?.

04/07/2011

Author's Note: Block that kick! Block that kick!

Posted on 04/08/2011
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