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