DECORUM

Fence building nihilists, good evening This is the late sleeping utopian speaking Brother of the wind and the wisdom body Him who has the filthy fits, Black Orpheus High yellow, the sly rebel indeed It is the corduroy coon prince of the moon boot fit Mr. Lime Rickey tickin' off beat, parsel-tongue like feet, no lorry Green horses run like Porsche Carrera Of course it's Rory Allen Phillip Ferreira None other than, the ignoble peon poet from nowhere Joined by my family in funkonomics, the high vibrational ministers The Jefferson Park boys That's Mr. Kenny Segal, void peeker Renowned in wide reaching concentric eccentric circles For dropping desks rhythmically and grilling pineapples Mr. Mike Parvizi of the golden thumb Plucking poetics from the air as he Struts down bass lines with nimble awareness A crossing guard smoking on the job And Mr. Aaron Carmack, head on a swivel Profane keeper of the bop, master of sonic delights Transistor and transmutator, exuding elegance like freedom Good evening, thank you for joining us This transmission is addressed to the fence building nihilists Your soul writes, "come home" Abandon them outdated strategies, namely hatred Exile is no place for a person, or your compassion Come home Good evening Good evening