Naturally actually happily to… skip to my loo
All the way to the loony bin
With my new found friend imaginary twin
Never met but was there from the begin
Henceforth Im back to the latter
As choco lit chips get me fit-fat of the land fatter
I just dip drop endulge in rhyme form
The only thing Im on is the coffee bean
No coffee with cream. I like it black so Im back in action
Just walked in slushy snow with no traction
Amidst the lost and confused
But I find myself when Im out its a muse
The city is music to my ears
When you read this? Your the only one who hears
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.
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