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sleepy Lunch brunch Crunch

Half a sleepsy; its an oopsiedaizy

Playfully wordcraft I might sound crazy

No rainfall to dripdop the sun burn red hot

But Im in my roomIi just jot dot

Sleepy symphony poem silly like a slinky gets going

Slow motion as my eyes begin to open

Im in a hypnotic half asleep half awake state

Like being half baked watching the moon rotate

My fan got me cool like iced grills

Nice chills on a day that if you didnt drink it might kill

But im max relaxin crunchin n munchin

Nappy n happy

dappy’ lunchtim’.

-Nina

On one; while willy two’d the three.

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Imma easter tweakin rabbit;

wit a knitted wicker basket filled with easter egg licorice hashish;

bouncin up the aves wit it;

towerin empowerin steppin on leprechauns;

weapons drawn pointed at the annointed;

joint lit so tell me what the heck you on;

im on one; while willy two’d three;

swinging a jewly piece;

the rhymes like tom.

Foolery.

 

Nina

Unplug cord. EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR…. – Nina

aqua_team_by_wagnerf.jpgI hope my rhymings timeless; Poetic royal highness. “Minus the riches;” So… My rags will wash the dishes.

Whats the tea?

Turn on the kettle like… Ride my D–K  or… My whip? Don’t trip it is a pedal bike.

Thats me.

I used to love some… doctor sues… Rhymes about hungry 8 legged octopuss.

OFF DA HOOK!

Im silly. Silly as a hillbilly. Driving a Lexus coup bumping biggie smoking a ciggy getting jiggy.

Really?

Naw son, Im dead cereal. Fruit loops enduced delirium. 6 AM: Dropping body parts in my gold fish aquarium

Vegetarian!

I DO NOT EAT GREEN EGGS N HAM. They Live, We Sleep. I’m out of bubble gum.

I guess its time I kick ass.

When I was a kid I danced around to brass monkey. Now I’m all grown up dance around to brass monkey. I tried to go to class n pass but math flunked me. Fuck me!

Hashtag Skunk Weed

I found some magic mushrooms on the way to the recycle depot. I could go pick them right now and become a psycho people.

Coffee refill?

I will! Living amoung us. High of psychlobin Fungus. Bum-rush the grocery store.

“GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR LUNCH BOX”!

Nina