UntitledA Poem by MichaelG.This is a rap I guess?Always was one to keep things
down, Seein it ain’t quite right,
I’m tryin to avoid the blight life ridden with strife, it’s time
I find a f****n housewife
Can’t find a difference
between the days, losing my way, mind’s trapped
inside a maze months are blending in a
haze, years are slipping in a
lonely glaze, Gonna come out dripping from
swimmin with 86 sting rays. Short on the hoorays, always
in a confused daze, spittin out nothin but “ok’s” Slammin’ blue jays in
doorways, turnin all my slays and lays into served purees, You can feel free to call me
sensei. Rewind to the prey of Worst is always midday, Obsessed with this craze to
inlay my decay Why they blind to all these
displays of restricted airways? absent of progress, seems I’ve
got nothin but off-days.
Gotta leave this place, to
try and find mine, maybe somewhere with the alpines. Slammin back Bromine with my
boy Einstein in our private airline, Maybe he can teach me sine
and cosine. Terrorizing lifelines with
these vicious canines, Seein the coastline, only got
one problem on mind: Askin’ Father Time which
feline to throw in which turbine. Kickin back on the recline
with my M1 carbine, Trying to define the meaning
of divine Crackin jawlines to the beat
of the bassline Woulda made it to the
shoreline if our engine didn’t go benign. So I’m standin on this beach
still right on time, thinkin Maybe this bottle of
moonshine will let me hang my worries on a clothesline So I can finally enjoy all
the sunshine and this beautiful skyline.
Wadin’ through this rough
terrain, Nothing to sustain, nothing
to gain, nothing but a lamebrain Think I’m humane? I’ve got two types of vain, Meet my friends octane and
butane- Here to ordain the bloodstain
and attain the strain. Found a new main, hoe’s name’s
Jane She got her own vain, helpin
restrain the reign of her cocaine domain, It ain’t working out, time to
send the b***h back to the Send their leader some
champagne, takin’ over his campaign Lost the race cause of the
stain from Wednesday’s chow-mein Flyin home, shot down over I’m hoping to choke on all
this methane. And yet still, no one
understands: I fear I’m going insane Let me try to explain, can’t
promise I won’t lie
Inspiration’s hard to come
by, Day after day, finding it
harder to give it another try Guess its time to try the
land of the squinty-eyed. Handin’ out potpies in Slappin’ Thai b*****s with
thick thighs, Givin 9 Rabbis Columbian
neckties, After all, thought they could
use some shuteye. In the month of July, it’s
always me spreadin’ the pinkeye, Backhandin’ Popeye with a
handful of cacti, B*****s givin me more than a
steady supply, Except your girl cause she
looks twice as fat when seen through a fisheye. Time to say your goodbyes,
you’ve got no choice but to comply, Ya got five seconds before I
throw you in that pigsty. I’m anti-ally, keepin’ my
life on standby, Giving all the mommies
creampies. Oh, forgot to tell you, you
can call me dad, Cause when we made you, it
was in a triad. So when you came out, you was
all cockeyed Told the nurse, I don’t want
that, that’s f****n fungi. © 2013 MichaelG.Author's Note
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