maize?

sometimes,
i doo-doo that muerte calavera sh!t.
yesterday was one such time:

c'mon, y'all.
that's a third eye made of corn.
you know-
get that corn outta my face!!!!
...that happened.
as did the pom-poms, b!tch.
skulls are my jammie-jauns, kiddos.
i actually enjoy getting to do 'em.
...provided they don't have eyeballs.
that's just entropological nitpickiness,
but seriously,
ease off of those see-balls, neighbors.
real talk,
i just like to imagine that some lucky crow
got to suckle 'em down his craw,
all raw bar style,
before the image gets tatzapulated proper.
that's a thing.
*
it's sunday,
and i've got most of the day already too full
to manage in a masterful way.
cross tattoo time is happening,
on the lord's day, even.
yeah.
for every skull i draw up,
i languish through at least four crosses,
and a couple eagle/flag/patriotism zaps.
in fact,
the eagles' eggs powers are on the docket
for today, too.
they give me no nutrients, my ninjas.
but they do give me those movie checks.
mutha-uckas better recognize-
a grand don't come for free.
that's why it's a busy beavery day.
it's sunday,
but no day of rest.
it's as jammed-full, or fuller maybe,
than all the other 'nother other ones.
too much going on,
and not enough time for it.
loud, fresh, hard-styles;
never quiet, never soft.....