Monologion - Milo

I’m gonna learn to write raps in a whisper

And dream of a world with a black Bobby Fischer

They say he rages against the cataclysm

Hiding out in my room reading Essays and Aphorisms

Showcase the rhymes he had wrote by the hour

Folks said when he spoke you would think he was Arthur Schopenhauer

Fitful rests nothing but odd sleep

Swear to gonads I’m the third member of mob deep

Can’t hallucinate if I’m a solipsist

That’s the kind of philosophy he kept bottled in this chest

Which keeps my skin mottled to the breast

Full of false courage shouting out the motto with some zest

Tell em to tie my binds a little looser

Fellas over here try to chat with Zarathurstra

Modified my minds eye with Spinoza’s lens

How come I can conjure all my oldest friends

Living hand-to-mouth, no doubt I will damn you

When I stamp through Whole Foods with Camus

These fools adopted the Dao to add a Jones

Same asshole who laughed at my poems

Every action is predetermined

From Eugene Mirman to a clumsy weed merchant

I’m a smart dude who is not willing to hold back

You don’t have to be Baron d’Holbach to know that

A handsome lad with a credit score that’s hideous

I’m leading a legion of book-smart idiots

More and more becomes possible

Because nothing becomes actual

The vanity of existence

Why is space time infinite?

My dreams have jaundiced

A liar who is uncomfortably honest

Omnia mea mecum porto

This will make them hate you more so

I’ll keep the memories dorsal

Omnia mea mecum porto

This will make them hate you more so

I’ll keep the memories dorsal

Omnia mea mecum porto

This will make them hate you more so

I’ll keep the memories dorsal

Omnia mea mecum porto

This will make them hate you more so

I’ll keep the memories dorsal

Omnia mea mecum porto

This will make them hate you more so

I’ll keep the memories dorsal

Omnia mea mecum porto

Omnia mea mecum porto

Omnia mea mecum porto

Omnia mea mecum porto

Omnia mea mecum porto