Lyrical Orgy

Ah the hesitation

The wordmancer wavers before the judge

What are you child?

Oh my friend if I could only be free of label

To carry such uncertain word on my back is but a pain

If I am not acquainted of concrete meaning

See

I am no rhyme spitter

Just a kind word connaisseur

Those like me long for that sublime textual flavor

That almost sexual if carefully spiced

With tricks and flips here and there

Perhaps a few rhymes here and there

Although not my prime

See I appreciate

When you can concatenate

Two unknown words

As to resonate the chords

To make them more like

One

Yet at the same time each singurlaly beautiful in the composition

And for that I say

You don't need to orderly fashionly line the verses

I personally prefer the orgy