I,
get lost in My Head Radio
It’s always on
I’m not alone



My Head Radio's
rhythms are rouges
it's where you go
when no's, surround your yes's
when your guess is
as good as mine
where stitching time
saves more than nine
and lines
are crossed on purpose
where the shirtless are serviced
twice as fast
and the grass, is always greener
where the Stanley steamers
just don't stink
where witches sink
and Link
nails all the little mushroom girls
My Head Radio
is, the world
birling logs
while merles flutter
our butter covers
the soggiest bread
our Cogswells's
cog's, well fed
keeping Spacely, meaning, high
the will I am's
first name is Guy
the ride
is just beginning

Dooa Doob
The Rubix cube
In this musical soup
His beats are stock
He is a cop
Policing the noise
Releasing the pops
Increasing my voice
He is the choice
Of the new generation
His rolls are Royce
He creates ventilation
Cleansing the air
He’s like medication
Mentally rare
A first class elevation
He’s a space station
His birds eye view
See’s through the invasion
To uncover the truth
He’s 200 proof
Completing the loop
He’s so spicy it’s likely
Salt N Peppa would Shoop
He’s 3 raisin scoops
Whoomp, yeah he’s that
I’m in D’Bo’s chicken coop
He’s Craig on the attack
He’s a beautiful rack
Perfect double D’s
The double W
Double M, now you see
Double R’s
One of many
Subtle cards
And there’s plenty
Lovely stars
That are lending
Wonder bars
While attending
A blending, of musical styles
Rendering smiles
While rivals pause
Demanding silence
Commanding applause
Expanding the jaws
Revamping the laws
Taking us dancing
While advancing the cause
He’s Andy because
He hears notes in my brain
Fancy the love
I don’t have to explain
I just send him the picture
He makes the fame
A musical twister
Nothing can tame
If life is a game
He has the top score
Doob is the name
Need I say more


Boca Smole
the bowl roller
word controlling
scroll folder
to the rest of the teeth
I am a molar
if the best produce heat
I must be solar
you might be bi
I'm like 5 polar
I'm the head guy
you're just a soldier
if you think that you're cool
you'll think I'm much colder
I teach the school
I rule, I smolder
melting mean shoulders
smoking green boulders
I am the goal
my soul is much older
than all of the posers
you try to be
I will expose you're
lying and weak
I'm the chi
that keeps us all
planting the seeds
my weeds grow tall
I am the need
to breed and then fall
speaking in creeds
my knees are raw
teasing, I jaw
beliefs and call
out phonies only
preaching false
speeches causing
fraud and death
they’re breaching laws
because they're blessed
the sheep are paused
"it's love" and yet
we bleed in gauze
it's always red
this is my head
the radio's playing
I hope you embed
the message I'm relaying