Ron Rash
Title | Ron Rash |
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Artist | Jake the Adversary |
Album | Tabiya |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Verse 1] Ron Rash - poet, writer, Appalachian professor Payments amazed agent, hey, these latest pages his best work Maybe paving the walk for greater post-haste, nice jewels Ron staging a talk at some no-name high school Serena is his latest book Dealing with the hatred of being in Appalachia And it’s great if he can just make 'em look I guess - points kinda' muddy but we’ll get to that- Point is, Mr. Rash has got a pretty simple demograph' And pretty simple’s never that - twixt all the dick pic's And the meth trade, it’s taught to every kid in the district Every writ 'til it’s quizzed, and every bit 'til it’s witless Every list it gets listless, every bitch is an isthmus With no landmass- hand it to one kid, and he’d hand back Teachers think that SF is Bradbury, and can’t hack The kid is not impressed by a horror that don’t have tentacles And living near a mountain don’t make him feel more amenable For the title’s superwoman’s Greek chorus of loggers And the love plots give him grief, boring with slog work Story mostly forgot, it’s Macbeth with deforestation And Mrs. Macbeth can beat everyone at their only games, and- Well, Ron had come, accommodations were fairly used Chintzy auditorium, dusty windows, and buried truth Asking if they have any questions, and that one there- he do Kid stands up- Hey, why’s Serena such a Mary Sue? [Verse 2] The kid still got an autograph, Ron swiftly forgot him But the others didn’t, all wanna' nod, kick, or applaud him No lock-picks for the plaudits, plus no chance for the love A young kid has grown bored of always answering stuff And still losing- a dick thought stomach-punches were funny On a theater trip, I got 30 for my trouble in coming He struck my solar plexus, they went, “Eh, it’s a joke” Guess that’s what I get for phrasing things, like I was Randall Munroe How rose-colored, stop interacting at all with most dullards Some kids had stole my DnD books, I got no others Life’s hard to handle, I’m still on the way to most of it Staring at the overcast and contemplating homelessness Voice acting Satan for theater kids, and I’m on that But feeling mostly like I’ve been stuck down in the wrong class No date for prom, and I’m cosplaying as Doc Scratch But hey, at least I know I’ll never have to be Ron RashYou might also like |