RZ Records

Their best RZ Records was the way they conquered the west

Their test with their suburb park rays during their ipod jests

was the brave way they said mainstream culture can go to heck.

outsider art was their sect.

Z was a potential artist brand new

R’s buzz said I was special But she too had nothing left to lose.

They knew each other liked Ray Charlie

There blues thought of each other as quiet but gnarly

and the way Ingrid M put on the vocals to accompany Bags

was the way Z told R you my mysterious-quiet lad friend have

the most random songs out of your pod that gab.

Then

Inside the architecture

Her family visits had a lecture

Her sweet strums truths had it’s nectar

Z inside the respite, gave R cultural credit. let us be friends

she said at the corner wall bend

My mind also ventures

She gave R an up and down gesture

She said a simple borderline "sup" the cousin of “howdy yall”

R probably drove her nuts

R said nothing at all

and In the hall, behind the wall before the group homes slumber

That's when Z melted and knew her potential gay best friend

should receive her number.

His Mother inside the respite went for the last time walking

And Z's eyes onto the Mother's aspie smiled,

His Mother went back down to the streets aisle

And the superior soot of sleep, that piles, the quiet jazz layer bopping

With the savior’s guidance after a while went dropping.

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