DMX is Barking This poem To A party
A purple sphinx of sorts
stands on fruit hills and snorts,
Slinging mud and "HEE-HAW"-ing loud
"O'erlooking" Strawberry Fields
like they were cherry-topped mounds.
They are dirt, covered by
Grass and smell like sulphur
from pre-historic death--Jurassic.
The T-rex to T-Rex
snarls polemics onto papers
their little arms can't reach.