Norman Ball
 About the Author
 Norman Ball is a Virginia-based writer, musician and videographer. My stuff's appeared in rattle Home Prairie Companion, Liberty and numerous others. I've been doing a lot of video-poetry and poetry-based music whatever the difference is.
  
        
 
 
Willy Lepers (song)
 Well I found an itch that can't be traced
 a line too narrow aiming for the midriff
 tell-tale heart and you beat the crime
 sleepin on the street an' heavin on a dead rhyme
 style, stealing thunder, people wanna play
 but you gotta take a number
 I ate the blame to get it all worked out
 prop me up like a deathrow inmate
 deadweight. bangin on the pink house
 hangin at the cathouse tappin at the outrage
 prance it lance it dance it advance it
 slip into a back page pimpin for a new age.
 
 But she's been deaf to my drift and dirt
 Slip it to the uplift, hip til it hurt
 knocking at the waist, ah sweet taste
 arms like licorice, thighs like a bad case
 fox chase black lace
 zip that woody gonna make a pearl necklace.
 
 pity on the righteous honorin the heroes
 dying on the beaches leavin us zeroes
 whadda we got left now? whadda we got left?
 mish-mash black hash fast cash strange rash
 who called me?
 
 You just lost your higher station!
 I will help you find salvation!
 
 Well ain't that a stitch. It can't be traced
 a pumped up middle struttin like a blowfish
 dip that stick and you fish for crabs
 kickin up the heat makin like it hurt bad
 scrub clam chowder people wanna know
 but you gotta have a powder
 I ate the blame to get it all laid out
 prop me up like a deathrow inmate
 
 pity on the righteous honorin the heroes
 dying on the beaches leavin us zeroes
 whadda you got now? what you got in there now?
 mish-mash black hash fast cash strange rash
 who called me?
 
 try my way lemme swab yer deck c'mon!
 slip me on like a rubber neck c'mon!
 pick my brain on the telephone  c'mon!
 slap my ass so I'm not alone c'mon!
 eat my lunch I'm a mess inside c'mon!
 lets do brunch I could use a ride c'mon!
 smile right through cause you wear it well c'mon!
 die for me cause I'm bored as well c'mon!
 
 You have lost your higher station!
 I will help you find salvation!
 
 pity on the righteous honorin the heroes
 dying on the beaches leavin us zeroes
 tappin you the hum drum stick a fukkie bun-bun
 what have you left us? what have you left us?
 mish-mash black hash fast cash strange rash
 ahh what have you left us? what have you left us?
 what have you left? what have you left us?
 why has it got to be? What have you done to me?
 why can't I make one and one make three...