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Another bout in the ring on verbal joy, textual interference from the horses head, next to you in bed, casual as the the day after you were born it is easy to subvert things that already exist and rhymes come naturally but they suck, like a duck with lips, feel the infringing pattern of my sub par quips. okay im decided im gonna make this rhyme in time for tea, get into a taxi, race to manhattan stick a knife up your jacksi, thats so wack im spittin' out melon seeds, nutritional advice coming forth from the mouths of rhesus monkeys. Sort out the junkies, the machevellian poetesses,
mastodon or woolly mammoth transform into a cruise ship, get nipped by a parrot beak, in one week i will have moved house, acquired a lovehate for mickey mouse, black and white like jackson as he fades to grey, he had his heydey, now buried like a pharoah, what a way to go, put gnomes in my garden, pruning back my topiary as i smoke it, holmes, that shit is proper, get the croquet on the downlow, shooting hoops on my thirty acre lawn. chuck another pr0n on the barbie, darling and dont forget the wasabi, of which i'm quite partial, law gone martial, while youre all chilling in your marquee, hanging out in the vestebules, shooting arrows from the buttress, parrying cutlass swipes from lightweight pirates, yo ho ho and a bottle of Kaliber, zero percent getting you tips in the club, bones shake with the weight of the sub bass, let me see your O face. O, O , O.....