“Baha,

Can you dig it like a spigot?

My guess is yes you can,

Like can I kick it?

Wicked

Liquor shot if you happy and you know it,

As you clap your hands to the thick snot of a poet flow it.”

Gorillaz/MF Doom – November Has Come

 

 

Bon Bon Honey Hums & Sugar Plums Crumb From You Sweet Darlin!

20% of  sales from The Xocolate Bar’s “dark chocolate champagne titties” went to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation

Dare I say: Tittay Tittay Bon Bon!

My name is Azza…

Whenever I endeavor into a clever state of mind
I find I unwind entwined thoughts
Once confined to distraught knots
Waiting to be combed through…
If only I knew how to construe my askew brain
I would rain my insanity into drops of champagne
Intoxicate all that remained sane
Thus, my world could be drenched in psychosis…
My thirst quenched with a bestowed kiss of eccentric hypnosis…
Deluged in psychiatric bliss
I fall into an abyss of delusion…
A picturesque illusion of the world in my mind
Not confined to the malign corollary of mankind
Free from the fatality of normality
TA DA!
This is me…
Simply complex,
Proudly perplex people persistently
I just p’d all over you…

Please excuse me…

My name is Azza
Everything sounds better in my head
So, at times I appear as if I’m vocally dead
Why talk, when I can dream instead?

Azza Gallab (c)

Whatever…

I am not altruistic…all the time

I am selfish…not all the time

I sell fish…not to feed others; to feed my-self.

But, I do feed others nonetheless

Self, Personality, Character, Identity

I identify my-self as a character with personality

Conscious of my-self…self-conscious

Contradiction…always

I need balance…I can’t be too nice, or too unkind

Equilibrium for my Libra-idiom

That’s my style

I ©Express my-expression-à la mode

It’s not an addiction

I add-diction to express my expression

Subtract express and carry the session to equal=Libra-yum

Arithmetic tastes so good when it’s calculating the profit made by selling fish

Fish I don’t eat, but sell to eat

I sell fish because I’m selfish.

Azza Gallab (c)

Cosmopolitan Man

 Cosmopolitan man…cosmopolitan man

Come over my way, Mr. Cosmopolitan man

Or maybe I’ll propel and permeate towards your multinational span

For I …am your most worthy fan, Mr. Cosmopolitan man

You had me spinnin’…I was whirlin’ and turnin’

Keepin’ you cooool while you was burnin’

I had you yearnin’ you had me learnin’

Mr. Cosmopolitan man

You were Fresh

Unsullied

Dirt free,

extremel-ee sanitar-ee…

You were fresh

You were sm-oooo-th

Mellifluous honeyed accent

Complementing your succulent saccharine lips

Which trickled gratifying speech onto my moist tongue

Causing my taste buds to swell and spout seamless satisfaction

Silky-smooth…sleek cosmopolitan man

You had a sweet tooth

Exotic desserts brought out the truth

A mere deficiency made you uncouth

Bitter-sweet tooth cosmopolitan man

Go to the dentist, I think you have a cavity

From your acts of sweet depravity cosmopolitan man

I am far too sweet for your tasting.