table

Let me take you back in time in this autograph chop shop

Whether you scratch your name or a big dot, its your visual Hip-Hop

Lock and key wrought, scratched on the roundtop,

hist'ry onslaught, make your brain pop, and it don't stop

 

See there's stories everywhere if you'd just open your eyes

Get rid of your matador taking away life's biggest prize

better get wise, realize that perception's one of your allies

So get your head out out of your ass,

what you'll grasp just might light the night skies

 

Like here's one, looks so old the ink's chippin

shaky hand on the key from a long night of sippin

trippin, and if you fall, get submerged in the stories you're wishing

Like Cusak and Beckinsdale, serendipitous living

 

A big round table, covered with notes of Christmas past

Ebeneezer vandaleezed her left us agog and aghast

its a tedious task, but gives you reason bask

in the pertinence and permanence of the carving you've cast

 

See this table's just a gateway to the wider meaning fable

Whose message it is: give into bliss, of that I'm sure you're able

When life deceives, the legs beneath might not seem very stable

But to doubt the table leaves you incapable of being grateful

 

Set your focus high, to reel in the little things

like red bull it gives you wings, sometimes so good it stings

We waste our days, take life for granted like kings

with drawers full of bling, but only wears a few rings

 

So notice the subtleties, don't live for currencies

Just grab a matchbox, and your slap-box, and seek out anomalies

Anthologies, vibrantly. making artful statements silently.

searching through the fantasies of your fellow Ham Families