Who the FUCK thinks about bums pissing on muffins?

What would you consider a good reason to write?

A man always has two reasons for doing anything--a good reason and the real reason. -JP Morgan

Everything has a reason, no matter how intelligent it may be or however idiotic it may seem. For instance, I write and share a lot of my lyrics for the simple reason that a lot of the things I write are based in the reality that I live in. The events, the emotions, the thoughts, the people are major influences in my writing. If ever I have spoken to you about my writing, I am sure that I have told you this particualr statement:

If I've known you long enough or if I've talked to you for a second I can base a song on you. -Lucius Black

A few examples: (NOTE: there are a lot more but I'm trying to get to a point here...)

JASMINE: "Condemned By Excellence" (ALBUM: Proving Ground)

LA'MON: "Game Set" (ALBUM:Dirtyfoot's @ last )

CLERONA: "Long For The Storm" (ALBUM: Dirtyfoot's @ last)

TIARA: "Choosing The One" (ALBUM: Dirtyfoot's @ last)

VANESSA "Everlasting Smile" (ALBUM: Dirtyfoot's @ last)

All of that of that was said to say this-there are four main reasons I write:

To comfort people

To honor a friend, family member, etc.

To get out emotions and/or thoughts

To push the envelope, making people think

This is more geared towards the third reason. In this I use a discarded food item as a metaphor for something larger...

So are you to my thoughts as food to life

Or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground

And for the peace of you I hold such strife

As twix't a miser and his wealth is foun

`Now proud as an enjoyer, and ano

`Doubting the filching age will his treasure

Now counting best to be with you alone

Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure

Sometime all full with feasting on your sight

And by and by clean starved for a look

Possessing or pursuing no delight

Save what is had or must from you be took

Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day

Or gluttoning on all, or all away

Sonnet 75, William Shakespeare

Food For Thoughts

Verse One

Infinitesimal blink, discarded just the same as baked confections

What was vital was taken and left raw in no latex protections

Picked over and cast off into gutters, raggedy vagrant one

None valued seen in this noble vagabond but wayward son

Blinked and shook it off, disgusted by the similar fates

Golden rivers urinate, release streams to douse the hate

Chorus

Munch madnessIngest emotions caught

Take this in
A little food for thoughts

Repeat once

Male VO1

Who the fuck thinks about bums pissing on muffins?

Verse Two

Close behind was the victim of jeering taunts

Morose wonders as the ghosts of tears still haunts

Sees the treat treated like same pasts not yet gone

A kindred spirit in inanimate, pissed off and pissed on

Came back from the reverie, an tears cannot quit

Form mouth into ugly kisses and commenced to spit

Chorus 2xs

Male VO2

Who the fuck thinks about victims spitting on muffins?

Verse Three

Finally there was a nameless rabble running blindly against the wind

Group of disregarded if ever known hoping to merely transcend

We are the masses teeming to be heard above roar

Better yet the multitude screaming in unison for something more

Pushing on after pauses to run reckless in the sample

Underfoot is the solitaire pastry, lost in the trample

Chorus 2xs

Male VO3

Who the fuck thinks about masses trampling on muffins?

(And the breakfast treat is abandoned, much as people are in this life; as the time and the world passes by, it seems that attention is drawn to a woman riding home in her car. Upon her arrival she heads upstairs; passing the open bathroom, she sees her eighteen year old son standing in a towel. For reasons unbeknownst to herself strange and altogether new thoughts enter her mind...thoughts that many would consider terrible.)