Rhys Langston - Conventus (A Short Story by Muckraker Jones lyrics

Went to a repentance convention Got the shirt, the hat, the mug A Donald trump tramp stamp Clamped to a blood crippled Jazz transfusion Was no delusion Of grandeur Pasteur Pastorius Jaco, Oscar blade-running ba**-line ordinance [at home] Ate my porridge quick Was on the press guest list VIP slip The panels were alright Took some notes for late that night Saw no deliberate deliberating Booth sections combed with sight: All irrelevant Muhammad's yamaha (Jesus' horsepower) Some bearded dude explaining how he got there “Buddha” he said “straight shooter,” “as the crow flies,” Barber to a Sikh Mughal Earned no cash Instead created the zero out his a** Abacus flash parallel to some Zapotec Math Just a ball inscribed upon the wall of a temple: Rubber ball Spaulding Used for Michelin incidentals He invited me to a lecture On conjectures Of house negro problems in post-colonial Tribeca Outside, a vendor was selling some New Holland For some wampum Or prophecies of oil futures Shell of a man, comb over needed some suture Think Karl Rove meets Mr. Burns sans appearance of a moocher I kindly said no, scratched my fro, entered the door And as I sat a power point showed Justin Bieber as a Sambo Went to a repentance convention Got the shirt, the hat, the mug A Donald trump tramp stamp Clamped to a blood crippled Jazz transfusion Was no delusion Of grandeur Pasteur Pastorius Jaco, Oscar blade-running ba**-line ordinance [at home] Ate my porridge quick Was on the press guest list VIP slip The lunch was reminiscent of some new edition soft ciabatta Jimmy Hoffa would have protested with Bambatta Remixed the salad Replaced the soda pop culture with some water I thought “where is the redemption in high fructose Chocolate Davis “Harlem salt shakers “renaissance with bagels capers?” Chucked it, stepped outside Before the serving of Yahweh's wafers (into the sun) Doubt was the paint of the shadow on my shoulder Negrometer read incognegro Poems in the folder Nero took the G out of identity Burned the construct down Bleached his own historiography