Fights for corns
I am on another LEVEL
Flip me I don’t change my stance
I am still on another LEVEL
I am like your MOM or your MADAM
I dont change when you flip me
I am “CIVIC" I don’t change when you flip me
Call me MR Palindrome
You are REPAID but when I flip you
You are a DIAPER
You are SMART but when I flip you
You are like old TRAMS
You are WARTS!
Flip and flip
Straw! Weak STRAW
You want poetic WAR
But when I flip you
You are just RAW
You are on TOP
But when I flip you,
You are just a *** being kept in the kitchen.
The poetic "god" is ready to battle
Flip that word!
Congratulations you just won a bone!
The smile of the dead fade
The smile of the dead is history
The smile of the dead bleed
The smile of the dead is a mystery
The sights of the dead vanish
The sights of the dead can’t see
The sights of the dead burnish
The sights of the dead taunt me!
Wind wracked Waves in there speech!
Revenge rage regret as they preach
Wretched white whale in a pinch
The feelings of the dead are mute
The feelings of the dead are painless
The feelings of the dead do not aggravate
The feelings of the dead are harmless
The hearing of the dead is deaf
The hearing of the dead does not vibrate
The hearing of the dead is off
The hearing of the dead does not alternate
Mad merry myths with the dead
Loose lost lives of the living dead
Sad sorrowful sarcastic living dead
Dead yet Alive.
The white couple coiled like a bundle
The black couple day to day in swindle
The orange couple in a painful trundle
The red couple in a forceful swaddle
Coupled colours in wheedle
Coupled colours in griddle
Coupled colours in dwindle
Coupled colours in twiddle
The vows vented rekindled
The vows verified straddled
The vows verily canoodled
The vows vanquished! Befuddled
Coupled colours in caboodle
Coupled colours in en-kindle
Coupled colours in en-girdle
Coupled colours in unsaddle
Red, green, yellow, white, blue and black
All couples are coloured by a colour mark
It’s either you pray or park
It’s either you are lit or dark
All marriages are represented by colour
You either chose an orange one, so healthy, or a yellow one so pallor
You can go for the dark one, were all is head by the jailer
Or the red one were all is patched and knitted by the tailor
It’s your choice
To flip flop the dice
It’s your choice
To nut the dice
I dearly did everything for you,
Your days deliciously I made blue;
My monthly money made you new
Then madly made you test beef stew!
You always turned me off!
Despite how hard I would chaff;
On this devilish day you will be my staff,
I will break bones! You will be my beef.
The walls in seduction,
The brain as lost its function,
Building up to an eruption,
Of pure ****** distraction!
I gladly gave you flowers and a dove!
I gladly gave you my love.
On my precious presents you did hove
You I took in my caring car then we drove.
It’s time to payback
Payback time is here! Scratch my back
My back yearns and craves for your back
Your back must mercilessly payback!
— The End —