The clouds are heady, planted feet.
Her hands are steady, full of skeet.
I’m ready for you to notice me,
I think you barely see.
I’m in for the night.
No text the next day,
No “hi”, no “hey”.
Been grounded, can’t come out to play.
Hit eject on the rhyme scheme,
yo this dude is weird.
Gold plated, purse sueded, double-team The Beard.
Glory’s faded, understated, at least you made it here.
What’s a cadence?
I ain’t been straight since,
my fate was decided by a white fence.
Straddled it, no rattle, bitch.
Rates on them tits don’t tattle, bitch.
You’re a slave, bro.
You need some inspo?
Hit a rave, then abort the in vitro.
He moved on, expired like a coupon
Ex tired, been fired
Saturday’s for Jimmy Neutron.
Hi, I’m Paul,
take a Walker to the Wall,
break a John’s jaw just to watch Fall.
That was pretty offensive.
Crayola turned pensive.
That’s a broken dish, can’t rinse it.
Imma poke a fish like a stick,
with a wishlist.
The joke is rich.
Pedantic dicks supplant ethics,
with a single bid.
Can’t lie, can’t trick, I was a Pringle’s kid.
Lays tried, brain’s fried, no cannibal.
Cold jokes all Burr, no Hannibal.
The only scratch I see is from an animal.
Old folks hatch dust and bust nuts,
at the hospital.
I’m almost done here.
Fixed chain, no spokes, I got one gear.
Head over handles,
bred as vandals.
Smelly sandals and scented candles.