DECORUM

Fence building nihilists, good evening
 This is the late sleeping utopian speaking
 Brother of the wind and the wisdom body
 Him who has the filthy fits, Black Orpheus
 High yellow, the sly rebel indeed
 It is the corduroy coon prince of the moon boot fit
 Mr. Lime Rickey tickin' off beat, parsel-tongue like feet, no lorry
 Green horses run like Porsche Carrera
 Of course it's Rory Allen Phillip Ferreira
 None other than, the ignoble peon poet from nowhere
 Joined by my family in funkonomics, the high vibrational ministers
 The Jefferson Park boys
 That's Mr. Kenny Segal, void peeker
 Renowned in wide reaching concentric eccentric circles
 For dropping desks rhythmically and grilling pineapples
 Mr. Mike Parvizi of the golden thumb
 Plucking poetics from the air as he
 Struts down bass lines with nimble awareness
 A crossing guard smoking on the job
 And Mr. Aaron Carmack, head on a swivel
 Profane keeper of the bop, master of sonic delights
 Transistor and transmutator, exuding elegance like freedom
 Good evening, thank you for joining us
 This transmission is addressed to the fence building nihilists
 Your soul writes, "come home"
 Abandon them outdated strategies, namely hatred
 Exile is no place for a person, or your compassion
 Come home
 Good evening
 Good evening