BREEZE AND THE TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD NIGHTS

(c) Breeze Vincinz


Blame the full moon or my triskaidekaphobia

October 5th for hunters, the 13th on a Friday night

The days in between, the days seem to gleam

Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad nights


The phone call, “This is my driver, yes?”

The phone call, “I am your rider, yes.”

Clearly all of that seems to be true


“I’m standing on 3rd and Cahuenga”

Address on app says 6th and LaBrea

“Well I’m not there, come get me you fool!”


And the bad energy floods into my car

Saying fuck you feels good but breeds bad karma

But fuck you, fuck you so hard


Blame the full moon or my triskaidekaphobia

October 5th for hunters, the 13th on a Friday night

The days in between, the days seem to gleam

Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad nights


Why call for a ride at 5:00 in the morning

When your flight leaves at 5:30 in the morning

And you live an hour away


“Because I am the customer! I am right!

I paid for this ride! I paid for this flight!

Your Black attitude and lip I did not pay”


Traffic is insane, the freeway is crazy

“Take carpool lane, you’re being lazy”

Okay but that’s backed up also


We get there at 6:00 a.m.

His missing flight has humbled him

“Giving you 1-star rating tomorrow”


And the bad energy floods into my car

Saying fuck you feels good but breeds bad karma

But fuck you, fuck you so hard


Maybe the full moon or my triskaidekaphobia

October 5th for hunters, the 13th on a Friday night

The days in between, the days seem to gleam

Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad nights


Oh how we need the money, driving ourselves to a sense of serenity

Independent contractors with severe financial codependency

The road is our middle name will it also be our identity

Creeping into our souls, creeping into our personalities

Our mentalities

Our legacies

Oh God, the Father, the son, the poverty


You drive all night, to get out of debt

You drive all night, hoping to get

A jackpot, a snapshot of some better life


Because in this one I am no rock star

And this is not my beautiful car

And this is not my beautiful wife


The phone call, “This is my driver, yes?”

You answer, “I am your rider, yes.”

Yes, all of that seems to be true


“Can I drink and smoke weed in your car”

“Can we make a stop at Mikey D’s, it’s not far”

“We have many stops to make if that’s okay with you”


And the bad energy floods into my car

Saying fuck you feels good but breeds bad karma

But fuck you, fuck you so hard


And the bad energy floods into my brain

Saying fuck you feels good but breeds that karma

But fuck you, and fuck you again


And how I need the money, driving me away from sanity

My 1099 tax form, my severe financial codependency

Raymond is my middle name, but the road is my identity

Creeping into my soul, creeping into my personality

My mentality

My legacy

Oh God, the Father, the son, my poverty


Or maybe it’s just that the 13th was on a Friday

And my triskaidekaphobia just got carried away

And full moons make poetry of everything I say

Or maybe these are just terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days


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