Jazz said
You have no idea
What it’s like to be a lady
I told Jazz
She has no idea
What it’s like to be a man


She said
Look at figures and curves
What gets on my nerves
And see what life deserves
In terms of offspring
Hobbes bring
Calvin joy
But for mom and pops
The stops
To pull
A drop
From the top
Let’s me know
That emo and chemo
And the D note
Clashes with a C sharp
That means the harp
That we play
Only replays
The things of God
You want us to come along
But you lead
With violence
Pride, and anger
Choose a hateful brother
Than a loving stranger
And I wonder why the manger
Was so significant
It’s more than differences
I speak vaguely
You want the ladies
But can’t understand
Why we chose the fruit
Something appealing
Something that was dealing
A way to figure
And connect with all of our roots

I said
Ladies first
That means the perk
To work and deserve
What you sow
Is beautiful
To the note
That might not harmonize
Regardless of the tendency to dramatize
I got them fries
But also the kush
Cause I know when life pulls
She likes to push
That means I want to stand still like a tree
To not have to react is what makes one free
Worried about a fee
When there is no charge
When the heart
Of that Father
Light ups the dark
And I feel like Yugi Moto
Believing in the heart of the cards
I wish you can see
The beauty of the innocent
Can have a man’s pineapple sprinkled with cinnamon
If she allows, and gives provision
Trust me, I too don’t want any division