if i wanted to listen to an asshole, i'd fart

so am in my punk-ass seat watching BET
and am thinkin to myself. . . does anybody still love ET
cos i really did love the dude, the outerspace alien with little feet
whose fate lied in his very own heartbeat
it was then i realised an unseeming defeat
i learnt that growing up is only complete
when you admit, accept, acknowledge puberty's defeat

i mean
you used to love comics, and toon movies and looney . . . ryt?
and your worst time of the day was when you said goodnight
and your dad and your mom's words were the morning light
and you never really cared if you knew wrong from right

now it aint the same no mo
since that bitch called puberty walke thru the door
since she made spiderman, and the hulk and wonderwoman babytalk
and she got you loving a lady's booty, and boobies and blues, and rock
she pushed your comicbooks from the top of the shelf to the floor
right beside the dead robocop toy underneath your new bed

she didnt get to me tho, hA! am still my own king
so that explains why i dont do ladies, and shiny things, and Bling-blings
or why i dont fancy romantic evenings, and flowing gowns and diamond rings
it explains why i spit fate in the face and remix what each day brings
and it lets you know that i delight in my praises when i sing
cos besides animes, and special effects, and crazy things,
i'm an enigma of my own, i'm on hell of an irregular being!
ha!