Berkeley Poems

Thank you This one bartender in Oakland, rather Berkeley I was in Berkeley, sitting next to the turkey She was cool We banged in a pool (yeah), by a porch She smelled like a horse, of course Wetted her eyes about 30 to nine White wine, specimen night California’s cold Turn old Turn into a wrestling hold Jeepers, beautiful eyes to sneakers Hide beneath bleachers, getting to know your gym teacher Berkeley poems The new and improved Geti king Berkeley poems Berkeley poems Turkey Turkey Turkey said she’s not pregnant She said right now that would’ve been a bad thing I mean we’re too young to have a baby Young like a new country and their first navy Sort out the kinks, celebrate, buy a round of drinks Walking through the woods See a wild lynx Beautiful fur A hat out of her Sell it to a restaurateur Dreamer Aim high flying lemur Rap so much could’ve bought a old Beemer But I can’t Buy a gyro and a house plant Pop bop bop (pop pop) Hunter shop vest drop to the ground Gimme ten, don’t make a sound If they hear you more than anything you’ll do another round dude Buy us food Buy us drink Destroy Chicago Flying water bottle Inter model Death of a family pet yet Still keep it moving What the hell is y’all doing Berkeley poems (Berkeley poems) The new and improved Geti King, Maserati man Berkeley madman (yuh) New and improved thing New and improved (shit) Yuh (yuh) Yuh (yuh) Yuh (yuh) Yuh (yuh) Yuh (yeah) Berkeley poems The new and improved Geti King, Maserati man Berkeley madman New and improved thing New and improved (Yuh) yuh (Yuh) yuh (Yuh) yuh (Yuh) yuh (Yuh) oh Turkey ain’t pregnant Nah