Throw The Whole Jon Away

Sitting on the edge of the universe, we were eating black-eyed peas, collard greens, and gentrified cornbread.

As our feet hung down into the cosmos, she calmly yet quickly asked me:

"Do you love me?"

I told her only "partly", I only love my Jon, and my JODY, I'm sorry, not sorry. I mean who's "Jon is it anyways"; I wish I had a best friend like Jon; like 'oh my Jon, oh my Jon'; if I were a recipe I would be half Jonathan, half Jonny, half cornbread, half JODY and 100% that Jon; that's the Jon of all trades remember when I was using Jon with a 'H', but now I'm back at it;

1,2,3, the JODY's after Jonny, 4,5,6, Jon's always throwing bricks, 7,8,9, Jon misses every time...

I wished I could love me like how Jon loves JODY; Wait if Jonny is on second, Jon is on third...who's on first; I gotta' bundle of Jon's ready go off like a Jon in a China store; you showed up to my show two hours too late, and the show was only two hours, that's how to lose a Jon in 2 days.

Jo(h)n Jonny JODY-heimer Jonathan-Schmidt, his Jon was my Jon tooooooooo,

I only run from high blood pressure and all of Jonathan's problems; Jo(h)n Witherspoon is dead, Jo(h)n Marston is dead, Jon Favreau won't pick up my calls, and I still haven't found Jonathan Livingston Seagull to fly me home. The eternal sunshine of the spotless Jon, I erased you like Ben Wallaces would and took you off as an contributed author to my Wikipedia.  

Pec-popping like Jonny Bravo and gotta imaginary friend like Jonny 2x4 and say everything twice like I'm Jonny two-times. Because I'm the Jon, and I'm AWE-SO-ME

I glanced back at her pools of big eyes filled with a bountiful of brown that reflected my appearance. Which at this point looked exhausted and hunched over after my Jonny-laced soliloquy. She gently replied:

"throw the whole Jon away"

"Wikipedia" By Jean Deaux put me in a vibe of what I think about what I might be like to other people in my own mind. Yes 

The Emancipation of Gentrified Cornbread

You told me to break a leg,
So I tore my ACL.

Back when I told them I would see you yesterday
Or the day before Sunday
But definitely not tomorrow
Or the day after Thursday.
And I already know what happened to Monday.

You ain't been the same since John Witherspoon or Bernie passed,
And I know it's the wrong time to mention the diuretics, blockers, or vasodilators,
But I rather see you see you standing vertical now,
Versus horizontal later.

I know it's been rough and the Golden Corral nor Wendy Williams called you back.
Mom still waiting on you to take the chicken out the freezer
And come home when the streetlights came on.
But It's only a failure when you stop trying.

You told me to break a leg,
So I hit my knee against the coffee table.

This could have all been avoided if you put her in your Top 4 on Myspace.
Y'all were more cohesive than Penny & Dejanae, Dennis Rodman and his hairdresser, or anything with Zax sauce.
But you took the blue line without me or even a slingshot

Now you're sitting outside the Cascades and they asking you questions aboutt the
Blood on your new FUBU and Shawn Bradley's.
Told you to pull yourself up by the boot straps but you only own slides,
And you don't have any hands anyways, I saw taking a pavement nap on WorldStar

They told you to never let them you see cry
But you're a cancer and had just left the greatest Corinne Bailey Rae/Fantasio Barrino concert.
I gave you those box of tissues, peanut M&Ms, and 227,760 hours of my time and I don't even care if you don't call me on my birthday.

You told me to break a leg,
But I only had a wishbone
And let you have the big piece.
Because my wish had already been granted

"Drunk" By Thundercat helped me follow a bassline as I come to have a conversation between Jonathan along with JODY and Jonny,