The Emancipation of Mrs. Jones

 4.6.13


The Emancipation of Mrs. Jones


Anticipation may be the mother of all joneses
So when I strip down timid temples with my roamin mentions;
Steady with my straps for cracks - claytures nomen, ache when opened, omens ventured - quips for quacks


When I show up with my marvin throbbin'
Back of throat 'til throw up spartan
Shield with slomin; sloppy, slobbin'
Choking back sylabbin - sutures
Censures, quenches - sprites, just do it
Feel the skills within the steel
Wracked with romance, caught on reels
Piper spills to weave and bobbin'
Pain, in shame?
Pop pills - no problem


You'll find me:

Bonin' through your garten, kinter
Bangin' like I'm Kunte, winter
Cold with pole - Hunter, hooka; smokin' ass
And ask for newton center mast
Puff, no pass - and trash the new-kids

Isaac kleine deck-or-enter
Tact, no clues, no work or hinters
Smoke that ass or leave to simmer
Put out the lights, or just go dimmer


Decathlete

Attacking ass with smack and grab
Swimming deep and vaulting faults
You got to know - that sprinter's fast
I climb twin peaks for summit talks

And ......I'm ready to be that motherfucker;
Fast when I'm all - on you, ma'am

I said - I'm ready to be that motherfucker;


Fuckin' anticipation - the nasty mother of all joneses, jammin

Digging into missus, moanin'
Minus your Linus, covered in rough
Furs and tufts - I've pulled to thanking
Breakfast in the baking, scones'n
Cuts from crush, she rushed the jones-in

Me with firing missles, swiveled
Swollen with the banging chiseled
Mangling candy with my randy
Head's left red from twist and twizzle


I'm ready to pull over anticipation - like a cop
Hancock

I'm ready to pull on, and rub on anticipation til I'm rock
Ready, aim, squeeze and - stop
(Ever been to Bangkok, ma?)
No?
It's cool


Too-hot, too bad, too late to stop
Thinking thoughts of dog, see-spot
Return of rover, dam and dover
Digging in your trench rollover


And, oh - yo..... You nasty
And for it I'm roaring and glad for asking


Like a river run through it, I'm hudson
Like I river right through you, it's gushin


See, when I'm on anticipation - I'm like marvin
Jonesin' to be on you, bonin'
Jonesin' to be in you, roamin'
Because you - you got what I need

Stonin'
Rollin'
Jack-be-quick to polin', strokin'
Teddy, ready - penned her, grassin'
Smack and grab, demanding assets
Smashing, jagger - grab her after
Willie Nelson, bob and basher
Reign on dears, catch vixen dancers


That's right, ma'am - You got what I want
And right now - it's only you
Can you feel this rock hudson?
Rushin' inside your Nile
Rivers gushing - from denial

Wizards, kisses, pipes and gizards - wild and chilling, child-like smiles
Feet to swinging, sweets and flinging
Guilty passions, missing trials


Feeling fear to fall to your knees

Deft-dings, headringing, dongs and stinging
Battleship MacArthur, slingin'
Knock for knots with things in thongs,
Pretty strings while kitties sing
Stop and start, now come along

Tonight is right for rough and righteous
The crush, too much?
Adjust the brawn
But still it's steel, I whip appeal
And me and Mrs. Jones belong