Observations from the West Gash, a Short Story by Muckraker Jones

I said this used to be a home, yeah (x3)

At the Southwall Corner Club
Standard levitation shrubs
After mortar pestle ground
With a Luminous Russula

Got a quest beyond the Odai
Of LA on a date with
Sugar-Lips Habasi sipping mild
Cafe au-laits and

Now the yields from
The fields of Kummu
They ain’t coming in

Investigating along the
West Gash Region

But shit I’m jittering off them
Zapatista beans and the homegirl
Ain’t give enough info for
My journal seams

I said this used to be a home, yeah (x2)

I said this used to be a home
Spilling words, drowning tomes
Drafted by the scuba divers
Glued spines with oxic notes

The choral bleaching efforts of
One or two bereft technicians
Wordsmiths without tradition
Coffee stains
And cynicism
(word)

I said this used to be a home, yeah