The b girl t girl it’s me world
Dancing n Stompin on leprechauns
Graff writer, the morning apple biter
Squattathon apple bottom horizontal
Leg lifts n vegan dish, Splishy splash
Free as a bird with the fish. eez
People come n go like the train
I run with my wife n son in the rain
Never in vain; kinda broke
Stains on my shirt;
I don’t complain, sip n trip
Go to the skatepark n rip
a concrete wave.
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.
Drippedy-Drop… Its a wet kinda dey.
Unsure of what to say… She types… anyways….
Its dark n cold…. n cold n dark
She has no new spark to quote; remark.
With an audacity to type exactly what she has to say: Nothing
Type because I have to type and write so its written…
It contacted the lines onto the screen.
What were her means of musing; nothing said: “amusing”.
Like a doctor sues with no epic pictures
Just stupid rhyme mixture elixer
Flickering light fixture
Or is there?
I 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.
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.
Naw son, Im dead cereal. Fruit loops enduced delirium. 6 AM: Dropping body parts in my gold fish aquarium
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.
I will! Living amoung us. High of psychlobin Fungus. Bum-rush the grocery store.
“GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR LUNCH BOX”!
Color blind with this rubis cube…. Blind color rubis cube cause I’m Dyslexic, shit I best exit left eccentric: peacocking on a see-saw with a cowboy hat “yeeeee-ha!”.
Poet and ya know it. On a silly tip. My tongue slips.