Sayonara Teriyaki
Hi, I’m slightly delusional,
fusion of Hypocrisy and a funeral,
institutional Oblivious, sniveling idiot!
Shut your mouth!
Did I introduce myself properly?
What rhymes with properly?
Fuck it, no need,
I’m japanese deliciously, I’m covertly dessert,
see?
Nice to make your acquaintance Don’t mind the maintenance,
my patience is wearing thin I’m in the basement adjacent with a
million fucking skins Hi,
they call me Say it to my face!
Hi, they call me Ego and disgrace!
Hi,
I’m brown and white all over
asian from the waist down,
big frown I’m a little supremacy,
crazy
Bitches want my japanese babies
But they don’t want me
Hey! They call me Say it to my face!
Hey! They call me I’m done with all this shit!
I’m better now,
a recovering psycho-holic
I call it, not gunna haul or ball your shit around no
mo!
I’m discovering me!
My time to be,
more than asian persuasion for thee!
Oh!
They call me Don’t let the door hit you on
the
way out! Oh!
They call me Six!
That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!
GO!
Hi, I’m afraid that ship has sailed,
you failed to see the R,
the E, the S,
the P, the E-C-T!
Derailed your frail plans to nail me down!
Not because I’m brown,
because I wear the crown!
Sayonara! Teriyaki! Kamikaze! Konnichiwa!
Sayonara! Teriyaki! Kamikaze! Konnichiwa!
I’m a race for the cure,
erase you for sure,
replace and procure, my furious identity,
curious my enemies never cease to amaze me.
A friend to me a rarity to behold That’s only one part
of a story to be told in folding pages,
through the ages so scholars and mages can build us the cages
that enslave us, they crave us,
marinade us! Tempura!
Sashimi! Gimme sushi! Wasabi!
All over me!
They call me
Freedom! They! Call!
Me-dumb!