I'd trade with you dude in a sec,
I'd love to be so innocent.
I'd love to unknow what I know,
Return to blissful ignorance.
Monday, September 19, 2016
Trade
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Confound
Sometimes your rhymes confuse, confound.
Don't spit your lyrics so profound.
Your meaning maybe no one knows,
But no one can deny it flows.
No instruments, so words your drum.
Now lay that beat, da DUM da DUM!
Though with the treble some relate,
I know you're all about that bass!
It's two times ten, plus one, and done.
Congratulations on your run.
At times your rhymes amaze, astound.
Don't spit your lyrics so profound.
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Dope
I'm simply the cleanest, you'll find none that's doper.
I met with a rabbi, and he dubbed me kosher.
Quite poss'bly the freshest that you've ever seen--
With none to compare, I'm so fresh and so clean!
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Bones
Set places where one's bones should lay;
The pious should not go astray.
But why would locale of one's bones,
Influence where their soul may roam?
The pious should not go astray.
But why would locale of one's bones,
Influence where their soul may roam?
Monday, September 5, 2016
Gray
A truth, sometimes, more cruel than lie.
I wonder which I should rely.
This one, which one, best to choose:
From black and white, which gray to use?
I wonder which I should rely.
This one, which one, best to choose:
From black and white, which gray to use?
Friday, September 2, 2016
Brexas
A diner in Texas serves breakfast all day.
Carolina's are finer, least that's what we say.
A barista in Pisa serves café au lait.
And gorillas in villas scare townsfolk away.
Carolina's are finer, least that's what we say.
A barista in Pisa serves café au lait.
And gorillas in villas scare townsfolk away.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Migrant crisis
They're sending their worst, they're not sending their best.
Rapists and murd'rers at evil's behest.
And some, I suppose, are inherently good,
But the rest of their lot are basest of hoods!
Deport them directly, deport them I say!
Deport them or we may not see 'nother day!
Said one native chief in the breadth of his ken:
The scourge on this land is Columbus' men!
Rapists and murd'rers at evil's behest.
And some, I suppose, are inherently good,
But the rest of their lot are basest of hoods!
Deport them directly, deport them I say!
Deport them or we may not see 'nother day!
Said one native chief in the breadth of his ken:
The scourge on this land is Columbus' men!
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